My familiar is insisting on my attention, not caring that I need to get back down to the river to continue cleaning my clothes. For tomorrow is the day of the moon and that means I must have something to wear to the Academy.
What is worse is that I did not get to the market this weekend and must find time to make a sandwich for lunch… or so I thought. I’m out of bread. ‘Tis most disconcerting, especially as I am not a witch who has ever made homemade bread. I get mine from the market place.
A trip to the market place was necessary, anyway. For I must by red scrolls and ink for my scholars. It is part of the simulation they are doing. I have already encountered a satyr and nymph who can not get their heads wrapped around the concept of a simulation, by the way. I also need more hair ties. The tiny ones keep getting lost. I do not know where my familiar is hiding the bigger ones.
The Middle-Aged Single Fantasy Witch 