WIP - A Lizard's Tail (Patreon)

This WILL be the story of a certain patreon's character, transformed into from a wyrm into a tigress. But I've run into some writer's block on it - and just want to show what I"ve got so far.

 

A lizard’s Tail. A newt’s eye. A bat’s wing. Three classic ingredients for any potion, and yet Elaine had been foolish enough to under ordered them! The delivery man wouldn’t be taking her order for another week, and her customers would be expecting their potions by tomorrow….

That meant the witch would have to go to the local store. Which meant leaving the safety of her little cottage, with it’s solid wooden walls and it’s enchanted thatch roof. It’s warm fireplace that kept her feeling safe during the night…. No. The thought made Elaine want to stamp her foot, cross her arms, and crawl back into her bed. No one could make her leave. No one could force her - there were no potions or spells that could make her feel comfortable with the outside world, outside her fortified walls. 

Only, if she didn’t go outside, she’d never be able to get her potions done. Her customer’s would demand their money back, word would spread, she’d lose business…. Elaine wouldn’t be able to pay for her monthly food deliveries! Eventually, the witch would starve in her own perfect home, surrounded by all her things. Still. At least she wouldn’t have to go outside….

Elaine moved closer to the window, slipping her fingers across the smooth blades of her venetian blinds. She slowly pulled at them, drawing them down to get a better look, Like maybe there would be a solution if she stared out into the emptiness of the world, it would somehow fix her starvation problem.

It was empty outside her house. She had built her hutch away from people, on a desolate farm where nothing ever grew. Her customers felt it added to her mysteriousness, but Elaine just wanted to stay away from people, and away from life.

There <I>was</I> a person out there though! A black speck at first, walking down the road that led past her farm. Could they maybe help? If they could get her food! But she couldn’t talk to just a normal person……