Mythofilia

Brigitta: part 3 New to this story? Read Brigitta: part I and part II . “Help me clear this up, Brigitta.”, mother said. They took the cups, plates and root brew pot back to the kitchen. “Well that was quite a commotion now wasn’t it?” Brigitta made a consenting sound. Her mother arranged the dishes in the sink, took out a small bowl and filled it with ice chips from the freezer. She sprinkled some of the chips over the dishes while muttering under her breath. Brigitta felt a tiny surge of magic as the dishes started cleaning themselves. She stared at them listlessly. A hand gently stroked her head. “What’s on your mind baby girl?”, mother said.  Brigitta answered without looking up, “I’m so useless here!”. “Brigitta! No one is ever useless, what a thing to say. Look at me, look at me now.” Reluctantly she turned to face her mum. “I will not have you thinking so little of yourself you hear me?” “But it’s true! I can’t do any snow magic, I can’t even hear the ice anymor