My hand comes up to wipe away the tear that falls for the friends I lost that day.
Only a handful of us survived.
The cards never told me to leave the city before, not even then. So what in the name of beignets is coming?
I pushed a honey blonde curl from my face, watching the streets below and searching the skies as I waited for my early morning appointment to show. I could feel the sparks of magick contained within those beings connected to the Source who were flooding into the city. I had known when New Orleans sent out the first powerful beacon, its call nearly deafening me. Since then, the magickal population had increased daily, while those that were native to the area were edgy and irritable. New Orleans was calling her people home.Read More