Izzy D. strode along Canal Street, still new enough in New Orleans to be picking up stray Mardi Gras beads. The crowds had thinned  and Izzy was grateful. This incarnation had her working hard to be successful and to have a career than her other lives had. There all she had to do was worry about being burned at the stake or defeating a Black King. She shrugged her white shoulder which was exposed through the off one shoulder lime green top. Every life time had its benefits and drawbacks.<br/><br/>Isolde Devereaux was about average height but what she lacked in height, she made up for with a killer body.<br/>"Hey, Bitch!" a voice hailed her from a red convertible."Nice ass!" She just laughed. Men in modern times were not so different than ancient men. They weren't really any cruder. The tone and intent from the guy was a compliment. She took it as such.<br/><br/>In times past she would have worn voluminous dresses but  now, in 2013, she wore white pants and sandals as the day was already hot and humid. In antiquity, her deep auburn hair had been the catalyst to call her witch but now, she played up the red by wearing it in a long spiked edition of color book red. Shaved around the sides so the multiple gold hoops shined in her ears.<br/><br/>Today was a special day because she was opening her new flower shop, Magikal Arrangements on Canal Street. She had lived in Manhattan for a couple of years after moving up from Boston. She had stayed long enough both places to establish clientele for her shop, sold the business as a franchise and was finally living her dream of living in a truly haunted city, New Orleans.<br/><br/>Voodoo practice was the witch craft du jour for this city but she had found a small coven of Wiccan's that met not far from Cemetery #1 on Royal Street, right across from the old church and the police station.<br/><br/>She turned the key in the lock, flipped on the electric open sign and stood surveying her shop. Wooden display cases, refrigerators, maple tables covered in arrangements and enchanted souvenirs. Today was a good day and Izzy D. was here to stay,