How even do titles? Magpie fairy I guess?

I wanted to cop out on the writing today. I really did. Long hectic day at work, traffic and heinous heat throughout the day. I feel like I can barely put together sentences, let alone meet a simple word count goal for today. The problem is, I promised another person I wouldn’t skip a day. Plus, what kind of person would I be if I failed on day two?

Don’t answer that.

I’m just going to put up a quick blurb about a character that I wrote about a little while back, the magpie fairy. I still don’t have a name for her, honestly.

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Light filtered in through the attic window, hitting the spinning mobile of colored glass and stones. Rainbows flew across the bare wood floors, bouncing and skipping across the magpie’s closed eyes. With a groan, she pushed her cloak of feathers off and rolled off the hanging nest. Her body twisted to bring knobby knees under her before hitting the floor with a muffled thump.

Her fingers raked black hair from her face, pushing and pulling it into a knot at the base of her neck. Fishing a ribbon from the tangled pile that was her nest, she tied it tight. With a kick or two, she scavenged some dark clothes to wrap around herself and tossed her feather cloak over top.

She twined her fingers through the strings of the mobile, twisting the stones and glass this way and that, humming under her breath. The lights flickered over her face and hands, a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth. In the center of the mobile hung a fat chunk of crystal, gleaming and shining bright. As she hummed, the light from the smaller stones dimmed and the crystal grew brighter. It blinked in the light, sending spots of light around the small space. The motes of light slowed and took shape on the rough wooden boards. Four long legs and two arms appeared in the spots of light, then a long mane of hair and tail. In the vision’s hand lay a sword.

The magpie perched back on her heels. She looked back up at the still turning knob of crystal then back at the picture picked out in tiny glittering lights. Her own voice was hollow and alien to her ears as she mused aloud. “I’m not to keen on picking up a job that has me crossing paths with a centaur, not to mention her being armed an’ all.”

The crystal kept an unbreakable silence, twisting in the still attic air.

“Fine, I’ll check it out. But don’t be blaming me if I don’t come back for a while.” She strode to the small window and pushed it open. The wind ruffled her feathers as she gathered the cloak around her and jumped in the air.

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What is with me and cliffhangers? I don’t even know. I promise I’ll do something worthwhile eventually.