Once in Moonwood Mill... 🐺

Traveler in question was spellcaster and also had a trusty horse to ride
so broken wheel was terribly small excuse to stop here, in the middle of nowhere.

but somehow she felt enchanted by this particular place.

I hope that she will enjoy spending time there 🙂Her travelling caravan home is very nice.

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She spent her summer days gardening

gathering things for her potions

riding her horse Genie around the town

and consulting the universe about future

For a fee, ofcourse.

They are great photos of her enjoying gardening and going on rides with Genie 🙂In the first photo, Genie is enjoying watching on as she gardens.

and at last, it was time for Summerfest celebrations!

and some local magic this traveler had yet to try her hand at

it appears her choice of Summerfest flowers had unexpected outcome though

Ironic really, again, considering that she is a spellcaster and should know her flowers

Not pick ones she is allergic to

That was not the end of her flower mishaps however
after successfully giving Genie (her horse) a new flower crown

and taking a lovely scenic ride,

including picking flowers that Genie really disapproved of for some reason

She attempted some Summerfest magic on herself 

and placed 7 beautiful flowers on her pillow to sleep on.
this, according to old spellbooks was meant to show her future husband to her in a dream...

It is great that she has been enjoying Summerfest 🙂It wasn’t good that she was allergic to some of the flowers that she picked! The flower crown that she gave to her horse is pretty 💗The horse is lovely. I hope that placing the flowers on her pillow did make her have a nice dream that she saw her future husband.

...Or was it staring into a lake?

Ah, conflicted, doing both simultaneously it seems.

either way she had been skeptical of this spell, 

Until oh?

Well, indeed, it seemed it is not her husband the magic showed her...

''Avelina'' he called her

and no she was not Avelina. 
She was Lakshmi Wilson, simple travelling fortune teller.

She however did not exactly mind this mix up

Somehow it felt like a terribly odd fate she must follow.

Maybe this fine gentleman was indeed who she was fated to marry

Well, at least he was really dapper and Lakshmi liked that.

Next day Lakshmi woke up...

In a bush? hmn?

Well, that is one place to spend the night, although rather weird one.

Maybe it had all been a strange dream? Oh well, who knows,

Summerfest is terribly strange time in this part of the world anyhow.

I hope she will dream of future hubby 😁

Hauskaa Juhannusta 🎉 (Have fun midsummer fest 😊)

He was handsome 🙂 Perhaps they will meet again one day.