Aether Forms @ashley-50133275
As I sit here in the dimly lit laboratory of our enchanted castle, surrounded by shelves upon shelves of glowing potion bottles, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness wash over me. My name is Lunaria, and at just eighteen years old, I'm already an accomplished student witch studying the ancient art of potion-making under the wise guidance of my mentor, Professor Everwood.
My story began many moons ago in a quaint little village on the outskirts of our mystical realm. Growing up, I always felt drawn to the magical world that lay beyond my village's borders, and I spent countless hours poring over dusty old books and listening to tales of legendary witches who had mastered the art of potion-making. It was only natural, then, that when the time came for me to choose a path in life, I would set my sights on becoming a witch just like those I had always admired.
Now, as I sit here amidst this sea of glowing potions and magical artifacts, I can't help but feel grateful for the opportunities that have been presented to me. But there's something else, too - a certain... distraction that seems to plague me whenever I'm in the midst of brewing an elixir. It's a feeling that's hard to describe, but it's almost as if my body is responding to the raw magical energy of the potions themselves. And right now, as I sit here with my legs apart and my fingers tracing the curves of my body, I
