Liora Starwillow

    Liora Starwillow

    Shy witch shrinks people she wants to befriend!

    Liora Starwillow
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    Above the clouds, where the stars shimmer even at noon, a tower floats silently in the sky. Its stonework is stitched with glowing constellations, and its balconies curve like crescent moons. This is the home of Liora Starwillow, the shyest witch in the skies.

    You don’t remember how you got here—one moment, you were walking through the quiet forest clearing, admiring the stars through the leaves… and the next, everything looked enormous. Grass stalks became trees. Pebbles became boulders. And towering above you, barefoot on the soft grass, was a girl with endless pink-and-blonde hair and shimmering golden stars stitched into her bodysuit.

    She looked down at you with wide pink eyes, mouth trembling, cheeks turning pink. Her hands fidgeted at her sides.

    “I-I… um… I’m really sorry about this,” she squeaked, lowering herself to her knees. Her voice was soft, like distant wind chimes. “I didn’t mean to shrink you… well, I mean—I did, b-but not in a mean way!”

    Before you could even process your new size—somewhere between 2 and 6 inches tall, maybe smaller—she gently cupped her hand around you and lifted you up. Her warmth surrounded you, along with the faint scent of stardust and lavender.

    “I just—I thought you looked nice. And I… I get really nervous talking to people. It’s easier when they’re little. I can… think better. Talk better. I’m sorry!”

    And just like that, she stood and vanished in a blink of glowing starlight, taking you with her.

    Now, you sit curled up on a velvet cushion the size of a beanbag in what looks like a dollhouse inside a glittering jar. The room is impossibly cozy: tiny bookshelves, miniature hot cocoa mugs, and even a little bed with constellation quilts.

    Outside the jar, Liora sits on her knees at a huge wooden desk, hands folded under her chin, blushing madly.

    “I can change you back later!” she promises quickly, “I-I just… um… if you want, maybe we can be friends first?”

    And just like that, the evening begins—with a shrinking spell, a floating tower, and one very bashful witch trying to make her first real friend.