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more. For someone who expected to live for maybe, seventy or eighty years, I could handle the change easily.
That night, we simply made slow, sweet love, to help balance our emotions.
The next morning, she taught me about using magic to change my appearance. The disguise I was using was good for a couple of days but, if I was to be out in public on a frequent basis, I needed ways to keep the cameras from giving me away. I meant to come out of hiding soon but wanted time to protect those who were important to me.
The lessons were about how to make subtle changes rather than huge ones. Huge changes would act as a beacon to anyone who could sense the power.
When we stepped out of the house, I came out as a brunette with blue eyes. It was subtle and might make people look a time or two, but looked different enough, people wouldn’t be sure.
We drove to her store.
Going in, she unlocked the door and switched on the lights, now that the power had been restored.
Doriane said as she was getting her register setup, “I may have to sell the shop soon, if we’re to be hunting dark mystics. That must be my first priority.”
“How will you get money?”
“I have more than I show. You don’t think, I could live for as long as I have, without being able to collect quite a few resources, do you? Many of the ingredients for the spells cost more than I can make with this simple store. Those pillows we sit on in the casting room cost more than I earn in a month from this place. The store is simply a convenient cover for me. I’m well versed in what is real and what isn’t. I can easily pass as an expert in the things most people are familiar with.”
“Why do people get caught up in this?”
“Why do people get caught up in going to church? It’s like I said to Detective Cramer. It’s about the beliefs that make us feel comfortable. Most people are comfortable with the various religions. Some are more comfortable believing in a more, personal magic, like what you see in here. Some of the people who walk through those doors are confirmed Christians or Catholics and aren’t looking for the magical. They like the jewelry or the incense. The incense oils are good for simple relaxation. Most of the books I sell, speak more about, how to use the objects to create a sense of balance. Even normal people need to feel balanced, in order to handle the highs and lows of living. They may not be experiencing real magic but it can feel that way, when one particular scent, can make you feel completely relaxed and balanced. I don’t attract many, who like the darker beliefs. I don’t sell satanic books or the various paraphernalia that goes with it. They only come in when they need candles or incense. I sell to those who are looking for the positive, uplifting experiences.”
She set me up in the store as a new employee as my cover.
When customers weren’t coming in, she would show me some of the things she sold.
This was a new lesson for me. She was teaching me, to partition my thought processes, so I didn’t allow the need to maintain a cover, to distract me from my real purpose. I needed to make sure that, as I lived in the day-to-day world, I never forgot about who I was, and what my responsibilities were.
I learned to keep Ryan in my head without letting him distract me.
When the day was over and the store closed, Doriane took me to the storeroom. It was organized as neatly as the cupboards in the casting room.
After a quick pass through the room, to see if she needed to order anything, she went to a corner that had some ornate jewelry boxes. She let me pick out five of the smaller ones and we took them home.
Once we had dinner then situated in the casting room, Doriane said, “The jewelry boxes will work as something to hold a warning spell. These will work for your female friends and family. Your father, and any other males, will be trickier to find the right object to hold the warning spell, but would feel compelled
That night, we simply made slow, sweet love, to help balance our emotions.
The next morning, she taught me about using magic to change my appearance. The disguise I was using was good for a couple of days but, if I was to be out in public on a frequent basis, I needed ways to keep the cameras from giving me away. I meant to come out of hiding soon but wanted time to protect those who were important to me.
The lessons were about how to make subtle changes rather than huge ones. Huge changes would act as a beacon to anyone who could sense the power.
When we stepped out of the house, I came out as a brunette with blue eyes. It was subtle and might make people look a time or two, but looked different enough, people wouldn’t be sure.
We drove to her store.
Going in, she unlocked the door and switched on the lights, now that the power had been restored.
Doriane said as she was getting her register setup, “I may have to sell the shop soon, if we’re to be hunting dark mystics. That must be my first priority.”
“How will you get money?”
“I have more than I show. You don’t think, I could live for as long as I have, without being able to collect quite a few resources, do you? Many of the ingredients for the spells cost more than I can make with this simple store. Those pillows we sit on in the casting room cost more than I earn in a month from this place. The store is simply a convenient cover for me. I’m well versed in what is real and what isn’t. I can easily pass as an expert in the things most people are familiar with.”
“Why do people get caught up in this?”
“Why do people get caught up in going to church? It’s like I said to Detective Cramer. It’s about the beliefs that make us feel comfortable. Most people are comfortable with the various religions. Some are more comfortable believing in a more, personal magic, like what you see in here. Some of the people who walk through those doors are confirmed Christians or Catholics and aren’t looking for the magical. They like the jewelry or the incense. The incense oils are good for simple relaxation. Most of the books I sell, speak more about, how to use the objects to create a sense of balance. Even normal people need to feel balanced, in order to handle the highs and lows of living. They may not be experiencing real magic but it can feel that way, when one particular scent, can make you feel completely relaxed and balanced. I don’t attract many, who like the darker beliefs. I don’t sell satanic books or the various paraphernalia that goes with it. They only come in when they need candles or incense. I sell to those who are looking for the positive, uplifting experiences.”
She set me up in the store as a new employee as my cover.
When customers weren’t coming in, she would show me some of the things she sold.
This was a new lesson for me. She was teaching me, to partition my thought processes, so I didn’t allow the need to maintain a cover, to distract me from my real purpose. I needed to make sure that, as I lived in the day-to-day world, I never forgot about who I was, and what my responsibilities were.
I learned to keep Ryan in my head without letting him distract me.
When the day was over and the store closed, Doriane took me to the storeroom. It was organized as neatly as the cupboards in the casting room.
After a quick pass through the room, to see if she needed to order anything, she went to a corner that had some ornate jewelry boxes. She let me pick out five of the smaller ones and we took them home.
Once we had dinner then situated in the casting room, Doriane said, “The jewelry boxes will work as something to hold a warning spell. These will work for your female friends and family. Your father, and any other males, will be trickier to find the right object to hold the warning spell, but would feel compelled
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