Human beings are able to use magic but only through a physical medium, such as a specific type of stone or plant and in some cases even animals. Usable mediums vary from person to person, and most people discover theirs by the time they’re teenagers. You’re now legally an adult but still haven’t found your medium. You’re beginning to think that you can’t use magic at all until a terrible encounter leads you to the horrifying revelation that your medium is human flesh.
Wayfaring: do you want to go ahead and get your flu shot today?
Patient: no, I don’t get them. I’m not against vaccines, just the flu shot.
Wayfaring: why is that?
Patient: I’m just not comfortable with all the bad stuff they put in it.
Wayfaring: ok well let’s talk about it. What substances in particular worry you?
Patient: oh uhhh… you know… the bad ones.
Wayfaring:
Some sketches of the wild Raven while he is still in the park, he is a joy to sit with and draw. Even if he tries to steal my sketchbook at every opportunity.
You’re a fledgling hero who has just found yourself a talking magical sword. She’s got no real combat experience either, but she does have a lot of moxie and is incredibly pleased to finally have a wielder.
I can relate to this on a spiritual level.
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Roo protecting hER SON from a unicorn
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