Yes [END]

The townspeople gave her a wide berth as she walked down the main road. They seemed to have agreed she’d been punished enough. As she stumbled to her door, she got nothing more than an errant spank from passersby.

Viviana fell asleep without washing. She woke up some hours later, crusty from her treatment the previous night. Stumbling out of bed, she gestured to cast the spell that would lift a bucket of water for her to wash in.

She watched as the bucket rose shakily in the air. The color drained from her face. Her magic was already weakening. Someone’s seed had taken root in her womb and her connection to the weave was already being siphoned by the fetus. Once the child was born, she’d have to find a new way of making a living. The night gave her a few ideas…