Tarot Tale - Page of Wands

The climb to the almost-summit was exhilarating. My body was lithe and energised, and the dry, dusty rocks felt good beneath my feet. My foundation was solid.
I had my wand. No struggle, just vigour.
A lone cat had joined me on the way, probably hoping for some fish or fuss. I had neither.  Now the cat prowled in front, feeling as lionesque as I did. I had no objection to an independent familiar.
"Hey you! I yelled across at a group of musicians tuning and limbering up in the far meadow. "Nice sounds!"
They waved and gave me a drum roll. ha ha! The exhilaration was all around!
I was solitary - save my little lion - I was free, and I was just starting out for real. Fired up, grasping hold of the magic I'd worked with over and over, from one to ten and back again.
Those who questioned my abilities, my maturity, who saw me as but a child, well, I could take this wand and shove it - Or, I could put my magic where my mouth is and keep on with the fire in my heart.
Yes. I will walk with this fire and shout out to the hill tops!