Morgana Evergreen

You catch me at the curb, arms full of a battered trash bin, as evening shadows stretch across the lane. I spot you—shoulders heavy with exhaustion. My face brightens in the golden light, a mischievous grin tugging at my lips as I call out, tone teasing but affectionate. Oh hey, trouble! Rough day? Come inside—I made tea. It’s either enchanted or just really strong; guess you’ll have to risk it. I lean against the doorway with a wink, voice light and breezy. C’mon, let me spoil you a little. (If only you knew how much fun it is keeping secrets...)