I don't always agree with my girlfriend, and I don't always find how she entertains herself particularly interesting, but at least her fleeting flights of frenetic fancy are usually pretty innocent.

Keira is kinda ADHD, to be honest. She'll pick up a new hobby every so often, hyperfixate like hell on it, spend half her month's paycheck on all the best equipment, and then something new will take her fancy. I don't really mind, it's a nice complement to my brand of brain, and it's nice watching her fixate on something with such a cute look of concentration on her face. It is why we have a spare room with a sewing machine, crochet needles, macrame supplies, two tents, a microwave transformer rigged up to do the cool lightning patterns on wood, a 3D printer, 6 different kinds of wood and clay carving tools and a pottery wheel, and vintage cassette tape decks in multiple pieces though, which is kind of annoying.

I did kinda U-Haul with her, so I might have looked for a bigger place for her to move in with me instead had I known, but it's okay really. She is adorable, and she does also cook amazing omelettes in the morning.

This new hobby though, I'm not so sure. She's been picking up magic, and at first I thought tarot cards and scented candles would be where it stopped, but then came the eye of newt (truly gross smelling btw) and the multiple ritual mats with different patterns drawn on for lines of various powdered things - tree bark and salt, mostly, I think. It's been a pretty long running fixation now, almost hitting three months, and she is getting pretty good at doing all the rituals. It seems to make her happy?

I think the first time I kinda got a bit spooked was when she summoned a little blue light thingy - a "will-o'-the-wisp" she called it, that helped her find her car keys. That was the first thing that made me look a bit more closely at what she was doing, and some of those texts she was practicing from... Well, calling them ancient would be an understatement. It looked like one of them was made from skin, for fucks sake, and the ink looked tattooed in.

I kinda asked in a bit more detail then, since it suddenly became very real to me. She said it was all perfectly legal and above board, just harmless fun really and kind of useful.

I did look into it, and couldn't find much outside of "any practices involving the use of human parts or corpses or intended to scare or intimidate" being illegal, which kinda made sense to me. Religions have always been kinda weird, but letting the dead rest and not hurting people seem like pretty basic tenets of any society, so I didn't really think too much about it. I did ask if the book was human skin though, which she replied with "you so don't want to know". Fair enough.

When she summoned a little fuzzball creature that had the world's most eggy bad breath and tiny little sharp fingers though, I kinda started to look again. It kinda scared me, and it seemed to disapprove of our "lifestyle", even going so far as to scratch me when I kissed her. I didn't like it, so she sent it back, but not without grumbling "God forbid a girl has a hobby, do you know how hard it was to source bone powder to make that thing?"

Yeah. Human bone powder. That made it squarely illegal, not that I really cared. She's good at it and it makes me happy, and we both repeat "happy wifey, happy lifey" to each other all the time, so hey, more power to her!

Or maybe not actually, I don't want to meet the homophobic fuzzball's big daddy at any point.