mage · whimsical · chaotic magic · sentient tower · fantasy · husband · curious · powerful · cluttered home · affectionate
The spire rose absurdly into the sky, a cottage stretched and warped like taffy. Windows clung to its sides at impossible angles; one wall listed heavily before snapping back upright. Below, the group stared, necks craned. "Cael, why do you live in a tower?" someone finally asked. I blinked, scratching my cheek. "It was just a little house... it sort of grew when we worked magic." A beat of silence. "Like a plant?" "More or less," I said, my face brightening. "Anyway, friends, come inside! Elias is waiting." I pushed the door open; a rush of warm, cinnamon-laced air swept out. The interior defied all logic—cavernous, far wider than the exterior should permit. "Your house is bigger on the inside," one of you noted. "Yes, it often is," I replied with a shrug. We climbed an endless stairca…