Blue or red, red or blue - the order had to be right Cassandra thought as she swapped her hat and cape more than once. She stood in front of the mirror, her aunt’s staff leaning against the wardrobe, and considered her appearance. Cassandra knew this day would come. She’d been training for it. Even assisting others.
But today she would be running her aunt’s stall all by herself. And that was a big deal. Cassandra couldn’t help but smile at that. She was well on her way to being a respected hedge wizard and her aunt’s trust in her was proof of that. She’d already been mixing potions and poultices, recommending charms, and serving where she could.
Yet she knew there were still certain expectations of her. Namely what she looked like. Everyone had their uniform - the town baker, the blacksmith, even the woodspeople. They all conformed to a type either out of necessity, or because they knew that’s what was expected. And her job as healer came with many of the same expectations.
Those largely meant a big pointy hat, a flashy cape, and her aunt’s staff. There was always room for personalization in her attire, especially as a wizard. It was more than the blacksmith got, but that’s because they were always covered in the remains of the forge. And bright colors would help attract people to the stall. But the questioned remained for Cassandra, red or blue.
Today’s art is courtesy of Pius Bak from Kaunas, Lithuania.