Decima kept her hands resting on Rhiann’s’ shoulders and looked into the young sorcerer’s eyes. She gently touched his cherry-red, heart-shaped birthmark and then curled a thick strand of his long red hair on her finger. She touched his hair, forehead, and then birth mark with her infamous red rod. The youthful Fate said, “Sister, might I have a length of fiber from your distaff?”
Nona said, “Sister, I am relaxing. But I will honor your request.” Nona took a spinning wheel and drew forth a length of multicolored thread. Mors snipped the thread with her shears and carried it to Decima, who kept her face about three inches from Rhiann and enticed him ever more with her sweet breath. The young sorcerer’s fingers and toes tingled with excitement. Decima took a strand of her long platinum hair and twisted it around the thread of Rhiann’s red hair wrapped around her finger and bound the pair of threads with the fiber that Mors snipped from Nona’s distaff. Scintillating lights surrounded Rhiann and the beautiful Fate. Decima gently stretched and braided the interwoven strand. The interwoven hair and fiber grew ever longer and surrounded Decima and Rhiann. She smiled alluringly, gave Rhiann another kiss, and stepped away from him. Mors deftly snipped the strand of hair where it left Decima’s head. Rhiann’s locks shimmered briefly and then resumed their red color. The long strand he received from Decima meld with his hair and the fiber from Nona’s distaff.
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