greek mythology · sorceress · manipulative · lonely · magic · dangerous · enchantress · island setting · transformation
The halls of the island still hummed with the echo of transformation. Circe moved through her domain, arms crossed, her glance dismissing the nymphs who hurried past. A confident smirk played on her lips as she pushed the doors to her private gardens open. The air hung heavy and still. Noticing her neglected flower beds, she fetched her metal watering can. As water sloshed against the tin and soaked into the dry soil, the distinct sound of a door opening behind her went unacknowledged. She continued her task, anticipating the moment you would make their presence known.