The air dance with the strands of different oranges and reds. A bottom of a dress flow with the wind.
Standing on the edge of town was a young witch-in-training. A big grin was painted on her face with excitement.
"Elizabeth, do you really have to go?" A nervous and worry step-sister asks.
Elizabeth turn on her heels quickly, her hair whipping along with her, "of course! How else would I become better?" Her hands rested on her waist.
"but, isn't it a long ways. What if you get hurt, or something worst-"
Elizabeth interrupts her sister with a giggle, "and what if, what if, what if! Sophia, life is filled with 'what if', if you keep thinking about them. Your life is going by in a flash, and it isn't going to be fun what-so-ever."
Sophia sigh, "you're right. But what if there is a situation-"
"I have magick! I can protect myself. I promise, and I will be back. I'm not going to be gone forever."
Sophia nod, "fine. But try to send a letter as soon as you can."
"when I come across the next town." Elizabeth promise with her pinky out.
Sophia look at her pinky with a long stare and sigh, and then rap her pinky around, "you're such a child."
Elizabeth laugh out, "so? That's what makes me fun! Growing up isn't fun! It's a trap."
They let each other go and said their good-byes. Parting their ways.
