There is, I think, a certain magic to this.
Not Magic magic, like what gives so many of my teammates their powers. And certainly not Sr. Clarke's magic, which gives so many other teammates their
powers. But magic nonetheless.
Alchemy would be the better word, perhaps. A combination in the proper proportions, brought together at the right time and in the right order, prepared in a
tradition older than memory. Some have a gift for it; mi abuelita was such, and many called her bruja when they saw the results. I do not have that gift; my skills come from long, hard practice, at her side and with others.
But by gift or by practice, these things take instinct. Instincts that tell you when things are perfect. Instincts that tell you when to wait, and when to rush
in without hesitation. Instincts that can keep you from total disaster, or worse.
My instincts are finely honed. I have spent many years making sure of this. And this time, I am pleased to say, that they do not fail me. I remove my
preparation and look it over. It is fine and beautiful, made with care and love. Just like mi abuelita taught me.
And it smells like home.
"Dinner is ready," I say, placing the enchiladas on the table, with the cheese and chili con carne still
bubbling. My teammates are weary from a long day of protecting the City, but I see their eyes light up and they smile when I make the announcement. Good food
is un milagro de Dios, making one forget his woes, at least until after dessert.
Almost, I think, like magic.
Ebony the Black Dragon
http://ebony14.livejournal.com
"Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."
Not Magic magic, like what gives so many of my teammates their powers. And certainly not Sr. Clarke's magic, which gives so many other teammates their
powers. But magic nonetheless.
Alchemy would be the better word, perhaps. A combination in the proper proportions, brought together at the right time and in the right order, prepared in a
tradition older than memory. Some have a gift for it; mi abuelita was such, and many called her bruja when they saw the results. I do not have that gift; my skills come from long, hard practice, at her side and with others.
But by gift or by practice, these things take instinct. Instincts that tell you when things are perfect. Instincts that tell you when to wait, and when to rush
in without hesitation. Instincts that can keep you from total disaster, or worse.
My instincts are finely honed. I have spent many years making sure of this. And this time, I am pleased to say, that they do not fail me. I remove my
preparation and look it over. It is fine and beautiful, made with care and love. Just like mi abuelita taught me.
And it smells like home.
"Dinner is ready," I say, placing the enchiladas on the table, with the cheese and chili con carne still
bubbling. My teammates are weary from a long day of protecting the City, but I see their eyes light up and they smile when I make the announcement. Good food
is un milagro de Dios, making one forget his woes, at least until after dessert.
Almost, I think, like magic.
Ebony the Black Dragon
http://ebony14.livejournal.com
"Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."