Teryl's Tales of Whim~The Sorceress sat in the center of her study. The scent of honey and smoke filled it to the brim.
She stared unblinkingly at a flickering spot of fire, wax pooling around the base of the candle, binding it further to the silver holder resting on the table before her.
Once the flame extinguished itself, she leaned back with a relaxed sigh.
"Another candle, mistress?"
"No," she yawned, "I think that was enough light reading for one night."
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