In Love

Phoenix:

I realize that I never put on a shirt or my hoodie when a cold breeze whips through the gazebo causing goosebumps to erupt all over my skin.

"Oh shit, sorry," I say pulling my shirt over my head before I put the hoodie on.

She sits poise in front of me, waiting for me to manage pulling the length of my hair from being trapped inside of my hoodie.

"So, as I was saying, I'm not really a witch and yet I am. I'm magic itself in a sense," she nods.

"Why does everyone call you the white witch?" I say while trying to tame my hair from its mess.

Standing up, she moves to face the opening at the back of the gazebo.

"I am the white witch. I am of royal blood," she explains.

Her hands are clasped together in front of her as she turns to look at me.

"So, you're like... a demigoddess?" I ask tilting my head.

"Mmm," she hums and nods her head, and I nearly choke on my own spit.