Kendra is researching some of the blueberry witches in my Caldiria world, but she will find out why no one get's close to these blueberry witches.  (This story is in early access on my Patreon and will come to DA on July 5th.)

              But the problem was the artifact didn’t seem to do a damn thing.  It was old, juice-covered, and Kendra didn’t really know what it did.  It looked like some old needle, the inside of which had a little bit of juice in it, but Kendra couldn’t figure out what it was used for.  Why was there a hollow compartment with a tiny bit of blueberry juice inside?  Just what was its relation to the Beriesit Witches?  And how could she get her answers so she could start to study their juicy spell work?  Kendra had to start somewhere, and this little juice-covered needle was her ticket into a world of magic and wonder.

              Kendra set the needle on the table and sighed.  “I just wish I had something to get me started other than these second-hand accounts.  Seriously, are people just seeing people use the witch’s magic at a distance?  This is getting me nowhere!”  She slammed her hand down on the table, causing the needle to bounce about.  “I could read about people being freaked out from naked big boobed naked blue ladies casting magic all day, but it doesn’t tell me how they did it!”

              “Hey Kendra, I—”

              “I thought I told you I was busy.”  She slammed her hand down on the table again, causing the juice-covered needle to fly into the air.  “Can’t you take a hit?”

              Grayson sighed as he stood in the doorway.  “I did hear that.  But you are working yourself to the bone.  Can’t you see that?”

              “Owww!”  She cried out as the needle came down and landed on her exposed hand.  “Fucking hell!”  She moaned as she felt the blueberry juice inside the needle seep into her hand before she could pull the damn thing out of her skin.