It had been a month since Eupraxia found the sketchbook in her possession and gained great fame. Admittedly, even she couldn’t tell you how or why, but people seemed rather enamored by the drawings in her sketchbook, she considered herself a good artist, but not THAT good. Her hatching was decent, and she could make out forms people could recognize, but beyond that not much else. Her friend, Dareia, on the other hand, was very supportive of her success.
“So, how is my little witch doing, make another masterpiece yet?” Dareia joked as she walked into Eupraxia’s studio.
“Could you stop calling me that?” Eupraxia groaned, she was already beginning a new sketch in her book.
“Hey, if the sketches are being eaten up by those art snobs in Plaka are eating it up and giving us more Euros than we know what to do with, you might as well consider your work magic.”
Eupraxia smiled at the compliment. She knew that Dareia meant well, she even decided to become her “personal finance manager” when she wasn’t even making a 10-cent coin to her name, so it’s clear she wasn’t ENTIRELY in it for the money. She watched as Dareia plopped on the small sofa and made herself at home as usual.
“I have to say, your sketches DO come out looking really good, it’s like you have this way of capturing the subject right every single time.”
“Well, a lot of practice can do that.”
“Well, keep up that practice. The more sketches you do, the more I’m sure people will eat it up! Speaking of practice, why not do me?”
“It’s not an excuse to get free art, is it?”
“Of course not!” Dareia smiled, “I think it’s good practice. Plus I make the perfect model, right?”
Eupraxia looked over at Dareia, noticing her doing a rather dramatic pose, and smirked at her friend's magnified gesture. She finally caved in and began sketching her, making sure to capture her details to the best of her ability.
“Oh, by the way, did you hear about the little event in a few days?”
“No, what’s going on?”
“Well, it’s a show that we’re doing we’re featuring you and your works!” She exclaimed. Eupraxia paused mid-sketch, looking over at Dareia with widened eyes.
“Why didn’t you tell me? You know I can’t do big crowds!”
“Oh, lighten up. This is your big break, just bear through it for a few hours and then we’ll be living easy! Besides, I knew if I’d say something you’d just chicken out, so you should be thanking me.”
Eupraxia was fuming at the ears, she couldn’t believe her friend’s betrayal. She didn’t know what to do, think, or even say… but she knew another way she could express herself. Eupraxia, in all of her indignation, made a few bold strokes near Dareia’s head, putting a pair of cow ears on her, she even began drawing her with bigger breasts to match the new ears. She looked over at Dareia to continue the rest of her sketch but dropped the pencil when she saw her manager. She now had a pair of cow ears protruding from her long, tangly, black hair. She also had a much larger pair of breasts to go along with it, just like in her drawing.
“So, are you down to do this or not?” She asked, completely unaware of her transformation.
“Uh… sure.” Eupraxia said, taken aback by the sudden changes. She then soon had an idea. “Hey, I need to get something real quick. Just some colored pencils, okay?*
“Oh, gonna try a colored sketch? By all means, go for it!”
Eupraxia rushed over to grab some colored pencils, but also an eraser. She then went over to the sketchbook again and started coloring Dareia’s skin, but she used the color green instead of the olive tone she naturally had. As expected, Dareria’s skin was turning a shade of green, and as before, Dareia was none the wiser. It finally made sense why nobody questioned the quality of her sketches, or why everyone said they were so accurate.
“So, are you finished yet, can I see?” Dareia asked, looking at her hopefully. Eupraxia decided to quickly undo the changes, save for the larger breasts, and show the sketch to her manager. Dareia looked rather pleased with it. “Once again, you really outdo yourself!”
“Thanks, Dareia. I’m… I’m glad you like it.”
“Of course, I do, my little witch. Like I said, everything you do seems to be magic.”
As Dariea got up to leave, Eupraxia was left with her thoughts. She gently thumbed the name on the cover of the sketchbook… “Erato”. How long had she been manipulating reality with this book? To what extent could she change things? She decided it was time for one more test…
When Eupraxia finished a few minutes later, she went to check out Dareia, and it was exactly as she hoped. Dareia was now clad in a rather skimpy tunic, a choker wrapped around her neck that seemed to connect to a leash. The look in her eyes seemed glassy and unaware.
“Dareia?” She gently asked. Dareia turned over to Eupraxia and smiled sweetly.
“Oh, hey there, Mistress. I was thinking, big surprise, about the show in a few days and I wanted to apologize. It wasn’t in my place as your servant to do something like that without your permission.”
Eupraxia was stunned by the attire Dareia wore, but even more surprised by the words that came out of her mouth. She gently grabbed the leash and pulled her closer.
“All is well, slave.”
“Did you want me to cancel? We still have time.”
Eupraxia thought over the idea for a moment. She didn’t like big crowds, but then again, with a power like this, how could she lose?
“No… That won’t be necessary. Maybe it’s time everyone sees what this witch can do.”
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