The End Of A Song
Katrielle slid the last box into the closet, her hand grazing over the braille marking it as “Performance Wear”. Moving out had been unusually easy, but that came largely from the gateway her ex had made where the unused storage closet had been. She’d always been a city girl, so moving things back into her apartment was, in some ways, relaxing. This city had good walkways and markings for the blind, and that was somewhat necessary to live anything close to a normal life. Audi, on the other hand, was very much a country girl, preferring to be away from people. “Just one more difference,” she mumbled, walking back into the main room and flopping down on the couch. She couldn’t hear the castle out in the woods anymore. Katrielle had elected to seal the gateway with glue and paste – as she is not generally a magically inclined creature – And it dampened the sound so much, she couldn’t tell if the gateway is still there. It was painfully tempting to check. But she avoided the ac...