Buttermilk Stories and Prompts

"Girls are witches, boys are wizards..."

That was just the way it was, but why should it be? Who would want to be a witch? And who decided this? Standing before her mirror, Lunaly knew anyone who thought this was foolish and wrong.

Made from the finest silk, a shimmering violet and blue cloak speckled with stars, constellations, galaxies, and planets draped gracefully over her back. As she twisted to get a better look, it swayed and danced, just barely brushing the floor. To avoid having to tie it, she had looped it seamlessly through her matching collar. Atop her head perched a tall conical hat, made of the same fabric as the other things but set apart with a silver moon on the middle to match the stars. Her favorite part? The sleek silver staff she held with her tail. While it may seem simple at first, upon closer inspection others can see hundreds of stars intricately carved into the surface.

Glancing in the mirror one final time, Lunaly was satisfied. This costume was perfect.