… Then, one day something magical happened …
During those ten years she learned so very much about the world that existed beyond the small circle she’d inhabited for 25 years. She moved into a big city, with public transport, and skyscrapers, and lots of people. More people in one place than she’d ever seen before. She lived in a lesbian feminist household and learned very quickly what that meant. She had the first of her three major relationships, with Virgos.
She occasionally asked herself over the years, what was it that drew her, a laid-back butch Libran, to a succession of wired alpha-femme Virgos?
(Notice she used the word wired’, and not ‘high-maintenance’? She did so for three very important reasons. 1 – it’s a very derogatory term, 2 – it’s patently not true, and 3 – her wife, a Virgo -yes, wife. It’s legal here in Canada – would whack her.)
She played in a women’s music band at woman’s music festivals. She discovered many things about the world that she didn’t like and a few things she did. She found her spirituality, and entered university as a mature age student. (Not bad for a gal who left school at 14 and got a job in order to survive)
Every once in a while she took out that manuscript and read it, shook her head, and put it away again. She wasn’t ready to engage with all the memories it brought back. Also, she was having too much fun!
On a day when she knew there was nothing more the city could show her, she left.
One chilly Winter’s day, she discovered light dusting of snow had fallen while she slept. It was the first time she’d ever seen snow. She quickly tugged on her warmest clothes and went outside to play.
The magic that the snowfall wove around her reminded her of another day when another sort of magic fell all around her too.
Inspired, she returned to her house, (her cat companions had declined her invitation to gambol in the chilly white stuff, thank you very much!) and dug through the piles of papers stacked in the corners of her study, much to the amusement of her four-legged companions.
Where else would the manuscript be but at the very bottom. The tears that fell onto it told her she was ready to face the story again.
Then, something magical happened …
“A Thaum is the basic unit of magical strength. It has been universally established as the amount of magic needed to create one small white pigeon or three normal sized billiard balls. The thaum, hitherto believed to be the smallest possible particle of magic, was succesfully demonstrated to be made up of /resons/ (Lit.: ‘Thing-ies’) or reality fragments. Currently research indicates that each reson is itself made up of a combination of at least five ‘flavours’, known as ‘up’, ‘down’, ‘sideways’, ‘sex appeal’ and ‘peppermint'” – Terry Pratchett