The Street of the Enchanters is as noisy and crowded as the rest of the market. At first you would not notice anything out of the ordinary, but then you see a man with the eyes of a cat, a slave-girl who dances and yet whose feet never touch the ground, and a woman whose wings peek out when a breeze flutters her dirty cloak around her. There is a strange taste to the air that reminds Edmund of the hookah smoke from the first day.
i'm a fan of the theory that jadis = lady of the green kirtle. like how gandalf the grey becomes the white, maybe. or maybe they're not EXACTLY the same woman, but it's not like it matters in the end because they're both creatures moved by magic.
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i have been on such a writing-about-magic kick!
i'm a fan of the theory that jadis = lady of the green kirtle. like how gandalf the grey becomes the white, maybe. or maybe they're not EXACTLY the same woman, but it's not like it matters in the end because they're both creatures moved by magic.