Initiate - Intro

It was only midday and Castalia had already burned a hole in her smock.
She had been so focused on adding herbs to the pot on the back burner she
hadn't noticed she was leaning against the metal grate. Pulling away from
the wood stove, she surveyed the damage. An intricate black swirl now
adorned the corner of white canvas with a singed hole at the center of
the design.

Castalia swore under her breath.

Better the smock than the clothes beneath. She had just bought the brown tiered skirt to replace one that had caught fire the last time she was multitasking. Her ambition was beginning to have a price.