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sexy boy far away.   Someday I’ll have to tell her the story
of the man I held far away—those are the most dangerous kind.
    And of course Elsie is a matriarch.   Her instincts led her to psychology years ago, and I don’t
think that was entirely a miss.   She was born to mother and to lead—hers isn’t the heart of a
soloist, even though she’s been flying alone for a very long time.   Now that she’s surrounded by people who
love her, I believe we’ll see the stirring of her need to make a
difference—properly directed this time.
    But that is for the lovely Natalia to help her with, I
think.   My job is to help Elsie
find her passions.   All of them,
including the less comfortable ones still eluding her.
    She will be a force, our Elsie.   I can hear it in the music that calls to her soul.   It will be such fun watching her
discover her truth.
    Welcome
home, Jennie dear,
    Vero
    ~ ~ ~
    Nat looked at the image on her computer screen and sighed.   The graphic was beautiful—one of
Caro’s paintings.   The lettering
said everything it needed to.   And
the flyer was still ugly.   Spirit
Yoga didn’t do ugly.
    She looked up as the door to the studio opened.   Her prodigal intern, looking happy and
full of energy.   Ah, perfect.   “Good morning!   How are you at visual design?”
    Elsie blinked.   “I’m
not much of an artist—what are you working on?”
    “A flyer for our new yoga workshop, but I can’t make it look
right.”   She peered at her screen
again.   “It’s not balanced or
something.”
    Elsie moved in behind her and considered.   “Try moving the title to the bottom
third.   It’ll ground the text.   Right now it looks like it’s floating,
and that’s uncomfortable to the eye.”
    You had to ground text?   Nat grinned.   Yoga for
marketing materials.   She carefully
dragged the title down, aiming for the bottom third.   “That looks a lot better.   Any other ideas?”   Then she looked up and realized Elsie’s hands were practically
twitching.   “You’re clearly a lot more
skilled at this than I am—why don’t you see if you can make it look a
little better?   I’ll get us some
tea.”
    She took her time, enjoying the delicate smells of the steeping
tea and the lovely lack of morning nausea.   Second trimester rocked.   When the tea was ready, Nat got down two pretty and delicate
cups—an indulgence that made her husband chuckle.   She figured teleporting witches could
break just about anything, and teacups were replaceable.
    On the way out, she grabbed a tin of muffins as well—the
second trimester had apparently woken her hungry gene, too.   She carried the tea back up to the
front counter—and nearly dropped a cup when she saw the flyer coming off
the printer.   “Wow.   You did that?”
    Elsie smiled, looking rather proud of herself.   “You had all the elements.   I just moved them around a little.”
    The flyer no longer focused on the center of Caro’s art, but
teased your eye to the edges.   It
exuded invitation and a taste of mystery.   It was absolutely perfect—a message on more than one level,
reaching out to both heart and mind.   Nat touched her pendant lightly.   “Sometimes I have a student who is out of alignment.   Often it’s just a light touch in the
right place that’s needed, and everything falls into balance.”   She smiled at Elsie.   “Knowing the right place to touch is an
art.   You touched this flyer in
exactly the right way.”
    “I just used some of the basic rules of visual design.”   Elsie picked up her tea, looking somewhat
embarrassed.   “I used to do a lot
of things like this for my practice.   It’s something I enjoy.”
    Nat picked up the flyer.   “Did you actually read this, or just make it beautiful?”
    “Mostly the second.”   Elsie blushed and reached for the paper.   “Reading the words is distracting when you’re focusing on
the visuals.   You’re offering