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pulled all three of us close.
“What’s wrong?” I asked from the middle of the hug.
Aunt Gwen reached out and cupped Holly’s face in her hands. “I’m so proud of you. I heard about the big rescue at the pool today.”
“That was fast,” Holly said under her breath.
“My network of information is pretty extensive. Go change out of your suits and come to my room.” She held up a hand to cut all of us off from asking any questions. “Quickly. We need to talk.”
I headed for my room and stepped over a remaining box I’d yet to unpack. I peeled out of my dry swim suit. I pulled my hair loose from the long braid I had used at the pool, and tossed on the same clothes I had worn to the shop that day. I swapped out my sunglasses for my regular glasses then caught my reflection in the dresser mirror. My green eyes seemed way too large in my oval face. Even though I had gotten a little sun up at the pool, my black t-shirt made me appear pale. Running a brush through my damp hair I reminded myself that I had had an intense day. Those two precognitive visions: one of Bran and the other of the boy up at the pool. Seeing auras... Maybe Ivy’s remark about me coming into a new level of power wasn’t too far off the mark after all. Wanting answers more than ever, I headed barefoot up to the front of the house where the master bedroom was, with its spacious sitting area inside of the turret.
The circular, turret area was what Aunt Gwen used as a ritual room. The entire bedroom/ turret room had shiny old oak floors. While the turret area boasted curvy walls and a half circle window seat.
“This has been one crazy day.” I said to Gwen and went to sit on the padded blue window seat cushion.
Gwen returned a few books to a wooden bookshelf that ranged along one side of the room. “It certainly has.”
On the marble topped table, that my cousins had informed me was used as a magickal workspace and an altar, there were three new floral swags. A large basket filled with dried herbs, ribbon, and floral wire was on the floor next to the table.
“Conjured up some new floral wards, while we were at the pool?” I asked.
Gwen nodded, and Holly and Ivy entered in the room and both headed for the comfy loveseat slip-covered in pale yellow. They tended to stick together; I suppose it was a twin thing. Holly had taken her hair out of its neat ponytail and it sprang in wild red-blonde curls down the back of her plain pink tank top.
Ivy had brushed her hair back, off her face, and twisted it into a clip. She had tossed on an oversized black t-shirt and shorts.
I wondered about Bran. Was his excellency going to join us this evening? “Where’s Bran?” I almost hated to ask.
“On his way.” Aunt Gwen answered.
Merlin streaked into the room and jumped up to join me. He sat up like a little Egyptian statue of a temple cat. He held himself very regal and still.
“I hope you girls all know how much I love you,” Aunt Gwen said to her daughters. She paused for a moment, as if searching for the right words, “All of your life I have taught you the old ways. I watched with pride as you each embraced your gifts. I taught you both the joys and responsibilities of the Craft and its ethics… but shielded you from some of the more difficult aspects of our legacy. And in my effort to protect you I have been remiss.”
Ivy and Holly shifted together on the loveseat and held hands.
Gwen faced me. “Autumn, you are my brother’s child. I love you too. I’m so happy to have you here with us again. You may not remember, but you lived in this house for your first years before your parents went out east.”
That was news to me, “I had no idea. Why did they leave?” I asked.
“When Arthur married your mother, he wished only for a normal life. By the time you were two years old there were problems in their marriage and your mother was very unhappy living here. So your father moved you, and your mother, to the east coast and
“What’s wrong?” I asked from the middle of the hug.
Aunt Gwen reached out and cupped Holly’s face in her hands. “I’m so proud of you. I heard about the big rescue at the pool today.”
“That was fast,” Holly said under her breath.
“My network of information is pretty extensive. Go change out of your suits and come to my room.” She held up a hand to cut all of us off from asking any questions. “Quickly. We need to talk.”
I headed for my room and stepped over a remaining box I’d yet to unpack. I peeled out of my dry swim suit. I pulled my hair loose from the long braid I had used at the pool, and tossed on the same clothes I had worn to the shop that day. I swapped out my sunglasses for my regular glasses then caught my reflection in the dresser mirror. My green eyes seemed way too large in my oval face. Even though I had gotten a little sun up at the pool, my black t-shirt made me appear pale. Running a brush through my damp hair I reminded myself that I had had an intense day. Those two precognitive visions: one of Bran and the other of the boy up at the pool. Seeing auras... Maybe Ivy’s remark about me coming into a new level of power wasn’t too far off the mark after all. Wanting answers more than ever, I headed barefoot up to the front of the house where the master bedroom was, with its spacious sitting area inside of the turret.
The circular, turret area was what Aunt Gwen used as a ritual room. The entire bedroom/ turret room had shiny old oak floors. While the turret area boasted curvy walls and a half circle window seat.
“This has been one crazy day.” I said to Gwen and went to sit on the padded blue window seat cushion.
Gwen returned a few books to a wooden bookshelf that ranged along one side of the room. “It certainly has.”
On the marble topped table, that my cousins had informed me was used as a magickal workspace and an altar, there were three new floral swags. A large basket filled with dried herbs, ribbon, and floral wire was on the floor next to the table.
“Conjured up some new floral wards, while we were at the pool?” I asked.
Gwen nodded, and Holly and Ivy entered in the room and both headed for the comfy loveseat slip-covered in pale yellow. They tended to stick together; I suppose it was a twin thing. Holly had taken her hair out of its neat ponytail and it sprang in wild red-blonde curls down the back of her plain pink tank top.
Ivy had brushed her hair back, off her face, and twisted it into a clip. She had tossed on an oversized black t-shirt and shorts.
I wondered about Bran. Was his excellency going to join us this evening? “Where’s Bran?” I almost hated to ask.
“On his way.” Aunt Gwen answered.
Merlin streaked into the room and jumped up to join me. He sat up like a little Egyptian statue of a temple cat. He held himself very regal and still.
“I hope you girls all know how much I love you,” Aunt Gwen said to her daughters. She paused for a moment, as if searching for the right words, “All of your life I have taught you the old ways. I watched with pride as you each embraced your gifts. I taught you both the joys and responsibilities of the Craft and its ethics… but shielded you from some of the more difficult aspects of our legacy. And in my effort to protect you I have been remiss.”
Ivy and Holly shifted together on the loveseat and held hands.
Gwen faced me. “Autumn, you are my brother’s child. I love you too. I’m so happy to have you here with us again. You may not remember, but you lived in this house for your first years before your parents went out east.”
That was news to me, “I had no idea. Why did they leave?” I asked.
“When Arthur married your mother, he wished only for a normal life. By the time you were two years old there were problems in their marriage and your mother was very unhappy living here. So your father moved you, and your mother, to the east coast and
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