I willingly, even cheerfully, accepted the appellation of “hedge wizard” that was thrust upon me. I knew it was meant as an insult, but I found it to be liberating, even empowering, A hedge wizard was one with no formal training, one who had taught themselves the Art through sheer aptitude and will.

Yes, there were some idiosyncrasies; a hedge wizard was never going to win a sorcery competition. But they also retained a deep connection to the land, to the people. They were the ones sought out for blessings and spells, cantrips and enchantments, when the learned mages of the cities were too busy, too self-absorbed, too expensive.

I accept the title of “hedge wizard” and I wear it with pride.

As for the second part of her attempted insult, “stinky,” though…