A Witchy Gift Exchange

Tuesday was carefully starting to mix the concoction of various ground herbs and roots into the liquefying chunks of wax. Being sure to stir it smoothly and evenly as she spoke with the other witch.

"The point is to enjoy life a little bit. What good is all our work if we don't enjoy some of the time we have?" She answered enthusiastically. Ok, so she personally might enjoy things a little too much compared to most of the others in the coven... but that's why they were a group right? To help each individual witch be better than they were alone.

She paused to pull some of her hair back and out of her face as she looked over towards Sunday. "I understand. What if I offered to take you to lunch? I know a nice Japanese restaurant that uses a lot of fire in their cooking at the tables," she offered with a smile. Hopefully with a couple candles and the flames from the grill Sunday could enjoy it. "It would be my treat, of course."

The mixture Tuesday had been preparing seemed to be done as she began pulling aside moulds for the candles-to-be and ever so carefully pouring the molten mixture inside the short tubes. It seemed the candles were going to be shorter and wider. To provide the widest burst of light when lit rather than be diffused by thick layers of wax.

"Deal. We go to get lunch and each pay for our own meals," she exclaimed very quickly after Sunday finished what she was saying. To be honest Tuesday really wasn't that wealthy anyway. She'd mostly been interested in getting her sister witch out anyway. Who was she to argue if the older woman wanted to pay for herself? "But I won't let you weasel out of going. You need to have some fun too even if you don't think so."

The molten wax mixture poured smoothly into the cylindrical moulds and Tuesday had to pause the conversation for a bit while all her attention had to be on the pouring and reciting the specific incantations for the spell she was using. The wicks were placed carefully in the molten wax before it could cool and solidify.

After her incantations were done for the moment Tuesday wiped the sweat off her brow and looked over to Sunday, a little out of breath. "Maybe, but if all you do is work I don't think you can call it fun. We're not one dimensional. Besides half of my best ideas come when i'm out partying and not thinking about my job or magic in general," she laughed. It was true- how many times had she had a pretty good buzz and a new idea for a spell popped into her head. Among other sources of random inspiration, which she wasn't going to go into detail with there.