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Let me face my fears

watch me cry all my tears

Nothing exciting ever happens to the eldest of three. Mimi had determined this years ago with the passing of her sixteenth birthday. The magical year. The time where little witches hear the whispers of their familiar for the first time and start their personal journey. Yet, despite the counselling, the praying, Mimi never truly heard the voice. It was always mere murmur, somewhere far in the distance beyond her reach. The years began to slip by and the hopes her parents had placed upon her in gaining a licence waned. Instead, they began to look to her younger brothers for the magic talent they so longed for in their own kin.[break][break]

And talent was something her younger brothers had an abundance of. Their own gifts an impressive feat from where Mimi would sit in admiration. At least they were talented and happy, she would think to herself without a hint of malice, that was enough to make the family proud.[break][break]

The Egeons were always simple folk, but it was blessed with running a tailor shop that seemed to be at the demand of every rich family and frivolous spender in town. It was due to the prosperity that Mimi's younger brothers were accepted into Helios Knights with open arms. A merchant family as skilled as theirs was welcomed for the prestige- and, perhaps, exclusive perks to the next season's fashion. As for Mimi, well, she was set to work at the back of the shop. She didn't mind. While felting hats and pleating skirts the eldest would often speak to the garments, fancying what their destinies would be and confessing whatever lament was bothering her that day. [break][break]

At times, her siblings would barrel into the shop to proclaim about their great success. Mimi would beckon them back to the small workshop she had now declared home. They would gossip, laugh, and then the lads would disappear in a flash with a flurry of the coven's regal colours. How nice, she would think as the quiet began to settle once more, they're growing up so bravely. [break][break]

It was while she was bringing in the waist of a rather decadent vest that the miracle happened. While she was cooing that the vest must belong to some handsome young lad, the vest suddenly spoke back. Mimi still swears to this day that her heart stopped beating a second too long from the fright. She squeaked, scuttled from her wooden stool in a show of limbs and found safety hiding behind a roll of fabric. Only, when the voice spoke once more, the little seamstress realized that it was not from the garment at all- but instead her own head. After years of distant murmurs she heard the voice as clear as day. Finally, her time had come. [break][break]

Her decision to join the Jester's Den was one that came without hesitation. She couldn't follow in the footsteps of her siblings. She wasn't brave, she wasn't gifted. No, to go would only bring shame to the family's reputation. A coven where all are excepted, a place for the nobody's, sounded like a perfect fit for the likes of her. Mimi could perhaps hide among the population and slip by the rest of her days unnoticed. She was just a mere seamtress as well as the eldest of three. Nothing exciting will ever happen for her.