Semi-Daily Scribbles

The shade of blue, especially for January, struck Henry as unusual. It was too bright and cheery, so Henry decided it was an omen. He was despondent over the disappearance of his charge, a misfortune that hadn't befallen his kind since before the Guild was established. Henry had some explaining to do. He knew the Guild was going to be displeased his pupil evaporated into thin air. The fact Henry stood by and watched as Violet released her hold on the world was bound to cost him his license to practice.

"What do you see?" Henry called to the girl before she was swallowed by the wind.

"A field filled with rubies, and a sky the color of restfulness. Wherever I'm going, it is magical." Henry vowed to follow the soothing blue to its source, no matter how long he had to keep his head above the clouds. Violet would be waiting, warm and well-rested, in a field where magic is made.