Tracery Teal

Tracery Teal “The Green Fog”

Tracery Teal was vaporized into green smoke at the hands of Tasman when she was a mere apprentice at the Potluck over twenty years ago. Since that time, she has been nothing but mist over the dyepot, green fog in the fireplace, or a sickly cloud clinging to the ceilings of the vacant rooms, waiting for another to inherit her legacy that she may pass to the Land of Dreams.

A shade of a witch, Teal is an annoyance at the Potluck and the bane of Smokey Jo’s existence. To garner attention, she steals household items such as soup ladles and knitting needles and misplaces them in dark closets or on high shelves where Smokey Jo can’t reach. Sometimes when Smokey or Aubergine open the linen closet or dye cabinet, stray items such as hair pins, cutlery, tea leaves and oven mitts rain down on their heads.

Like the other witches, Teal had a singular talent, but she was never able to practice her lore. Before she faded into mist, Teal had developed an ability to disappear and travel sometimes through time, wearing a strange patchwork kimono created from the combination of many colors of crystal dyed yarns. Aligning the patches together in a specific way gave her rule over the magical hourglass Aubergine used at simmers to mark time as well. Quite by accident, Teal found she could stop time when the crystals in the glass ran out. She was just learning how to harness her talent when Tasman stole Aubergine’s necklace.


Witnessing the theft, Teal felt compelled to fly after Tasman and win the necklace back. The two girls struggled and in the skirmish a piece of one crystal broke away in Teal’s hand. Tasman lashed out at Teal with the jagged edge and she dissolved into mist. Now only traces of Teal remain.

The broken crystal disappeared with Teal and the witches have sought it ever since. Without the circlet whole, neither Tasman nor Aubergine can rule the Twelve, yet so much time has passed, that the tale of the broken crystal and sundered necklace is nothing but an old yarn in the Middlelands, told around the fire at night.









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