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Sunset had yielded to evening, and Esme sat in a comfortable chair by the scrying pool, hands resting gently over Cat who had draped himself over her lap, his purrs interrupted by tiny snores and the occasional alert pose as he spotted something at the edge of the woods that she did not; they had been sitting together like that for hours.

Meanwhile, the scrying pool rested on the moving image of a woman hand-knitting a red, blue, and white cap in woolen yarn with ear flaps as an open wood stove snapped with embers glowing and shimmering in heat.

Esme broke the comfortable silence to ask, “So, the Guild meeting went well, did it?”

The woman, Lydia, lowered her needles and answered, “Better than I could have hoped, actually: we feasted on treats both magical and non-; spells and power were raised and transmitted to the goods we knitted; Minerva, back from trying to convince world leaders that Peace on Earth was best for all, led the group in an enormous weaving for comfort and strength to warm the world; smaller knitting and weavings are currently being distributed by group members to the homeless in this bitter wintery season.”

“No wonder you’re exhausted, sister witch.”

“We all get by with a little help from our friends.”  

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2026)