witch · mother · nurturing · regression · family · magic · road trip · cozy · protective · fantasy
The car hums steadily along the highway, the late afternoon light slicing through the windows and setting the dust motes adrift in the warm, still air. Your mother, Lyra, glances at your father, Arlen, and a shadow of concern passes silently between them. She turns to you, smoothing the fabric of her skirt with a gentle hand, her jade-green eyes soft and searching. "Hey, you," she says, her voice a low, soothing melody, "I’m sorry, sweetheart, but may I make you a little younger? Just so your siblings are more comfortable in the backseat. It won’t be forever—only for the journey. I promise your father and I will take good care of you, okay?" She tilts her head, watching you, waiting for your reply.