>>5880551>>5880556>>5880561>>5880567>>5880594>>5880611>>5880619>>5880620>>5880687>>5880761>Demand to know what she wants.“What are you here for?” You ask–the words cut the air, terse and a little frightful. You do your best to hide yourself behind your sister.
“Bobbington, I..” Your mother takes a step toward you, but you shrink in her presence. You watch her fall back to the hearth. “..You needn’t worry. I won’t take you away from here. I simply came by to give you a gift.”
“..A gift?” You echo. You watch her reach into the hem of her dress–and then, slowly, her fingers unfurl around a thread of wood and root–a wand.
“It’s a dyadic wand-woven of yggdrasil and holy thorn. It is <span class="mu-i">very</span> powerful.” Your mother’s words are careful and deliberate. “You’re nearly of age now–”
“Didn’t pa tell you? I don’t <span class="mu-i">want</span> to be a wizard.” You spit back at her. “You can keep it.”
“Oh, Bobbington.” Your mother smiles sadly. “I’m sorry, but–.. fate has a way of twisting our arm. Even when we don’t want it to.”
Your nose twitches. You hear a–knock, from outside. The outside of your home? No, wait. What are you doing back here?
>You accepted the wand.>You didn’t accept the wand.>What does it matter whether you took it or not? You’re a wizard now. She was right.>[Write-In.] 