Docking back home…
The silveret leaps from his surfboard and lands effortlessly on the white sandy surface. In his arms are his two infants. Leaving the surfboard drift away, he darts into the impressive abode. –The babies require an immediate diaper change. 'A drama king… Whatever!' The silveret is admittedly an attention grabber anyway so then he smiles. A smile so indefatigable, the unenthusiastic sentiment disperses out. He shuns the negative garbage away and heads off into their home for the babies' needs.
On the watercraft…
"Is he really okay?" Donnel queries.
"He said he is. He just requires more time alone to reflect. He rarely does spend time with his own inner being anyway. Let him contemplate and do what he pleases." Libra elaborates a spiritual and psychiatric view of that.
"If Croie asked me to become his mother, I wouldn't mind volunteering but ever since back then, he really chose you Olivia." Nowi recalls and shares.
"I guess because the spell book really wanted to become a child of people whom are authenticated to be in love." Donnel shares his viewpoint.
Hand in hand, Libra and Olivia know what will be their next step. –They will wait for Henry's word on the matter and allow him to offer himself succor. Calmly beaming, they grant each other solace in the midst of the group's contemplation. Rest assured, Henry is someone who believes he can do it all.
Twenty years ago…
Unexpectedly, "Olivy, whose kisses are better? Henry's or Libby's?" Nowi blurts out.
Springing on her seat, "Nowi!" the oleanderette terminates the ongoing activity in utter surprise.
On alert, the ecruet quickly steadies her secured in place on their elevated sitting spot before she falls off it.
Open-mouthed and with a flushing countenance, "What are you doing here? How long have you been standing there?" Olivia looks down adjacent the sill where the little girl is staring up at her and her romantic companion.
"I was practicing the concealment tactics you taught me last night when I spot you up there with Libby. I already left then just came back. I guess…it has already been an hour or two since I first passed by? I didn't want to disturb you because you both looked so happy." The little chartreusette retraces and glosses on her previous steps.
"Donnel was here earlier too. But after spotting us and practicing the concealment exercises at the farthest quadrants with Nowi, I heard him whisper to her and excused himself. Then he crept out of the room." Libra naturally keeps the oleanderette posted.
"You heard them coming, enter, pass by, and play here yet you kept on going anyway?" The blushing oleanderette gasps, "And for that long?"
"I prefer savoring the blissful moment more. The lengthy time span went like a breeze even I didn't realise it. Why would I let their presence disturb us? Though they were here, they respected our privacy and gave us peace anyway. We're just kissing. We're not doing anything wrong." The ecruet reasons out in an attractive yet daring approach.
Looking at his irresistible expression, Olivia sighs yieldingly. "It is Libra's." She answers the little girl's query.
The satisfied boy delectably grins and rewards her with a fervent one which she relishes irresistibly.
"Wow. Good for you, biggest bro." Nowi congratulates him as the ecruet thumbs up.
Halting it, "But don't tell anyone I said that, okay? That's between the three of us." Olivia declares it confidential.
The little chartreusette cordially smiles and nods, "Ok!"
In the kitchen…
Seeing the youngest boy barge into the extensive quarters, "Still not releasing him. Chilling him limb from limb." Henry tells him right away.
"Whatever. Nightfall will come anyway. Besides I just needed the bathroom." Donnel goes in, and once he is done, he walks to the way out.
'You better apologise to them for being mean, mage boy!' The little raven warns him from inside the chiller.
"Don't bother, Croie. He won't do it." The little burgundyet presupposes bitterly.
"And not doing it is legit, so just quit. Smart you finally have taken the hint, cutey peppermint. At least, you're sport enough not to give me the cold shoulder treatment, Donnel. Better that, than live in a tunnel." The silveret beams at the younger child.
Frowning whilst adjusting his favored head protector, "Nope! But one thing's for sure, I'm not rooting for you anymore," the little burgundyet leaves the quarters.
"Now what was that all about, got in his pants a trout?" The silveret grumbles after the younger boy left.
'Never forget: What you give out, comes back to you. Ignore their sensible request, you get ignored back,' the frosted critter reminds him one of his lessons.
"Shut your trap!" The silveret coldly snorts.
After napping…
Yawning, "I'm bored," looking at the time, "Whether it's Olivia or Libra they are pestering to come over to help you out, shrimpy, either must be really exasperated saying no by now because those two are such a handful. As the older kids, we did agree to pitch in looking out for them," the silveret supposes.
Standing, "I might as well prepare our supper. That'll return the favor. I'll cast an extra strength invigorating spell and make the food stay warm, fresh, energising and taste super yummy. Then we can enjoy doing combat drills all night." Henry gathers the necessary ingredients for the meal and sets the items trimly on the spacious counter.
After washing his hands, he kneads flour, eggs and herbs together, then he heats the oven. "Hm… what other good meaty toppings to add for a much higher nutrient boost?" He selects extra trimmings, mutters a chant and then grins.
"Ohhh, shrimpy! I'm letting you out now. Hehehe…" He snickers whilst stretching the scintillating dough.
Later…
Mouthwatering aroma wafts around the kitchen surroundings.
"Mmm. That smells good." Henry compliments his handiwork.
"Let's see, crisp herby dough which is the base for a high protein pizza, and maple meringue for dessert. Knowing Libra and Olivia, they will look for something with veggies or fruit. Perhaps I'll make salad too."
'You can make a veggie-loaded minestrone instead.' A fresh floating loaf of bread makes a suggestion. 'It will go well with the base bread of the pizza. There are some fresh vegetables and herbs in the larger fringes. I also saw lots of tomato paste, sauces, and other canned goods in the cupboards.'
"Well, it has turned into quite a chilly day. I guess veggie chowder is okay." The silveret obtains a sunny frame of mind from the doing the task.
'Doing a good deed, such as the simple act of volunteering with household chores like, for instance, making supper, naturally uplifts any person out of their prison of moodiness.' The unearthly loaf reminds him one of its valued lessons as his guide.
"Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the highlight. You're just relieved I didn't stuff you inside something gooey." Henry hums whilst chopping vegetables.
Peeping into the room…
After Donnel and Nowi informed them about their heated argument, Libra and Olivia decide to investigate the issue about Henry and his former spell book.
The silveret is downright unstable as they have accepted as the way he is. Nevertheless if there is something they can do to be of solution or aid, then they are more than willing to lend a helping hand.
"Henry seems okay now. Donnel and Nowi said he and Croie were at each other's throats." Olivia whispers.
"It's healthy to focus on your relationship with your own spiritual connection at times. That is what the spell book is to him after all, his guardian. It's good they made amends. It's best we leave them alone for another hour." Libra shares his viewpoint on the issue that solved itself.
With hands clasped, they walk away inaudibly.
Upon returning to the hall where the two are waiting, they decide to train them tonight's lesson much earlier to pass the hour.
"Ok, your next lesson is in-flight retaliation and ensnare strategy. This is a combat technique Libra and I learned from Henry after suppertime yesterday. Before you learn it, you must master this vital step first." Olivia explicates their next combat lesson.
Donnel and Nowi are both facing their instructor Olivia whilst Libra is standing at the rear observing their lesson's proceeding.
"Since this is Henry's skill, this step, of course, is a mystical drill. Kindly summon your unearthly marbles, little soldiers." The oleanderette orders them.
Donnel clasps and unclasps his right fist wherein the bright ball of light surfaces afloat. Cheerfully greeting, "Here we go. Good evening, Sparkley. Relaxed good there?" The glint rotates vigorously as though responding to his merry salutation.
Unclasping both hands, "Hello again, Glowie. Slept well?" Nowi amusingly summons hers. Her ball of light bounces and flickers gleefully upon her call.
The oleanderette summons her unearthly marble too. "Hello, Rivier. How I wish I can summon you during daytime too. Did you have a good relaxation time?" Olivia cheerfully greets her otherworldly sphere and kisses it, then giggles when she notices Libra's eyebrow twitches signifying he clearly finds it bizarre they assigned 'names' for their mystical summons as though they are pets and not weaponry.
Continuing, "This step is important to learn before you tackle the combat maneuver. Now, about-face and take a look at Libra, kiddie soldiers." Olivia orders them to turn around.
Obediently, Nowi and Donnel look behind them and are at once stunned, gaping, and marveling at the ecruet whom appears to be hovering in midst air.
"Libra, that's awesome!" The energized burgundyet commends his supernatural feat.
"Donny, look." The little chartreusette points beneath Libra's feet which sturdily stand on a faintly gleaming paper-thin object.
"Yes, however, you must examine closely, Donnel, Nowi. This ability isn't called in-flight for no reason. Observe more to see." From behind, Olivia swiftly coasts beside Libra.
"Wow Olivia, you can hover too! How awesome! You both stand on air like a couple of ghosts! I wanna learn it! Oh please teach us now! Now! NOW!" Donnel emphatically urges her to proceed the lessons.
Yelling, "PAY ATTENTION, RUNT SOLDIER!" Libra scolds him.
Petrified, "Eep! Yes, commander, sir!" The burgundyet submits to proper behavior and pipes down, focusing on their presence.
Examining carefully, "Well, what is beneath your feet lies something flat and weakly luminescent that it is nearly not there. Therefore, visibility is not what you probably want for us to discover." Nowi mentions the detectable.
Squinting her eyes, "I think there must be a hidden aura, right?"
"Really?" Donnel searches.
"Very good, Nowi. Since this vital step is a mystical feat, you must perceive the intangible before you are to learn and achieve it." Their commandress shores the little chartreusette's observations up.
"I see… But, umh, Olivia, would you kindly show us some more movements? Even for just a little bit please?" Donnel requests.
"Well all right." The oleanderette glides backwards and twirls in her position. "Is that enough?"
"Did you see anything, Nowi? Because I totally missed it. She moved so quick." Donnel scratches the side of his head where some of his hair is sticking out of his favored makeshift helmet.
"Olivy, is it ok if you keep on doing random movements please?" The observant little chartreusette requests her politely.
"Yes please, commandress, we need to observe that paper-thin circle beneath your feet some more. I did, however, didn't miss on seeing it flicker when you moved back there." The burgundyet spontaneously mentions what he had seen after all.
"Well, all right." Olivia does a short dance routine.
"It does flicker whenever you move." Nowi mentions but keeps her eyes glued on her circular standing ground.
Squinting his eyes, "It disappears to being there, and pops right back from time to time too." Donnel mentions another observation whilst examining their drillmasters on all areas of their bodies.
"Libra, should we break the ice then? –to make it easier on them?" Olivia enquires him.
Hovering closely, "I believe they'll see it better if we do it like this," the ecruet grasps her hand intertwining their fingers. Then facing her, he places her free hand on his shoulder and his other hand on her back. "Let's dance together."
Blushing and thrilled, "Libra, that's brilliant! They'll surely see it. I'd love to!" Olivia happily accepts the assistance.
Smirking, the attractive ecruet moves closer and whispers, "For this favor, I'm naming my weaponry 'Oliivi'," then he smooches her fervently which gained himself a sunnier mood. His dance partner also becomes equally elated.
Both with immense sunny dispositions, elated vibes and romantic gazes, they dance the tango extraordinarily in midst air. Their immeasurable grace and swift movements are bound beyond words.
"Awesome…" Nowi is breath-taken, "You two do look superbly first-rate as a couple. Donny, let's figure it out quick and have fun too."
Gazing at how ecstatic they seem, "Ok, Nowi. No blinking. Spot the hidden aura." Donnel mumbles, his eyes following their every move.
Gradually, he discerns a faint light.
As the dance routine progresses, the gleams stationed near their heart areas glow brighter and larger.
"Their hearts are glittering. The lights shine very faintly at first, but now they glister brightly." Donnel informs her what he is seeing. "I guess that means I am uncovering right now what was invisible."
"The glows are not flickering at all. They are steady bright glows." Nowi supplements his findings.
Scrutinizing the two whom are dancing enjoyably in midst air, they notice they no longer have the faintly luminous footing and are both gliding and soaring in a smooth, stable and well balanced manner.
"If they are airplane toys, their batteries must be the heavy-duty and long-lasting kind." Nowi utters in comparison.
"That's it, Nowi. We got it. What we needed to see is not the lights itself but what empowers their flight ability. And that is none other but…" Donnel reveals what he found out.
" "Their sunny moods!" " They both exclaim in unison.
Then they hear their instructors applause, "Bravo! You got it!"
Libra breaks the ice for them, "You are required to muster the mystical charge for this otherworldly flight ability's powerhouse to make it workable. It's efficiency relies on the measure of how much you congregated." He refers to the vital drill of calling up from the source.
""Huh?"" The two younger ones gawk at his complexity and look a bit confused.
"Think sunny thoughts. –It's that simple. Gain good feelings," Olivia warmly unveils the secret.
Cuddling the boy next to her, they dab each other in joyful contentment for their achievement.
In the darkness of the lobby, the two youngest ones' eyes widen in wonder. Finally discerning, they now see their two instructors bearing majestic luminous wings on their backs.
After ending the intense smooch, the ecruet smiles, "I believe they can see it clearly now, Olivia," he notifies her.
Continuing, the oleanderette reviews them again, "Calling up for the charge to empower this mystic step is vital to proceed to the next action-based intention. Whilst in midst air, you can empower it and as result our spherical pals here can multitask." Olivia clasps and unclasps her hands, and displays her unearthly marble in its circular form altogether with being the wings on her back.
"The unearthly marbles we possess can also transform into flight equipment whilst being our main weapons. With these, you can instantly evade any point-blank encounters by slinking behind an enemy at breakneck speed and impaling them from behind." Libra enlightens them with the tactical maneuver.
In the kitchen…
"And it's done!" Henry switches the stove off and sets the lid on the pot.
'I think you need to clear up. Look at this mess.' The hovering talking loaf of bread shows him the counter after the meal's preparation.
"I'll call up a warp threshold to a compost area and throw the biodegradable trash. Next, to a recycling center for the other trash like the tin cans," suggests the silveret.
'But make sure those areas are isolated, ok?' The little creature reminds him.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Henry collects the items to be discarded in two garbage bags then mutters the chant twice. One portal opens to a compost area. Another opens to a recycle yard. He hurls the respective bag into the proper portal then disperses the thresholds.
'There we go.' The loaf helps set the plates and utensils on the dining table. 'Since things are ready now, go wash your hands, and call them over.' Then Croie the loaf hovers to the kitchen door.
After he washes, "Hold on. One more thing." Henry mutters another chant to summon a warp threshold big enough for him to get through and enters after it materializes.
In a jiff, Henry returns and vanishes the threshold.
'Tulips? Are those for…' The little raven as a loaf almost guesses.
"The yellow ones are for everybody and the red ones are for Olivia. –To boost everyone's enthusiasm and energy." Henry continues ecstatically.
Whispering another incantation, the flowers in Henry's hands drift in the air. In front of the dessert he made for supper, the flowers glimmer. The luminescent glitters trail down to the heap of small cookies on the table. From its original colour, the coin-sized maple meringues become a heap of yellow coloured cookie pieces and three red ones. Afterwards, Henry takes the floating flowers and puts them in a vase of cool water. Separating the red ones, Henry keeps them stored in one of the cupboards.
"All right, done. Let's call them now." The silveret heads out to call his fam mates for supper time.
After Henry left, 'hmm…' the loaf levitates to the cupboard and takes a peep at the segregated maple meringue.
Scrutinising the three bitty pieces, he deciphers what spell they contain.
'A love boost spell for Olivia…' The loaf utters sadly.
'That is not good, Henry…'
Being the silveret's guide throughout the years, the spell book-then-a-raven-temporarily-a-loaf resolves to become his voice of reason.
'One should earn another's favor and affection through pure and honest means, and not deception. Well, that can be fixed…'
Outdoors…
A tiny ball of flame soars around the downpour drenched woods. Then in just a second it becomes larger.
Indoors…
"Look! I'm doing it." Happily hand in hand, Nowi chuckles as she and Donnel join their drillmasters hover in the grand spacious foyer of the hidden edifice of the forest reserve.
"Good feelings are in, bad feelings are out. The more you practice the more insubstantial charge you store for future use." Olivia instructs them with diligence, issuing an irresistible dab.
"And during this process, don't forget to just keep milking it until you charge more than both of your spiritual power storage." Libra advises them, delighted he returns the alluring dab.
Their indefinable wings glow much brilliantly.
"So that's what they are. These wings are the invisible batteries." Donnel mentions in awe.
"The brighter they are, the more power they have contained. Though what we discern currently reveal to resemble wings, we are essentially enveloped in an aura of light. And that is why Henry calls it 'in-flight' skill. In actuality, we are inside our own indistinguishable personal hovercrafts." Libra enlightens them.
"These wings seem to be growing bigger too but it does not exceed becoming larger than us but just enough to contain us." Nowi mentions her observations.
"For a two-year-old, you're kind of bright, Nowi." Donnel compliments her.
"Maybe because of Croie's speech fluency invocation, it made me 'well aware astute' as well. But hey, you're quick-witted yourself, Donny." She humbly mentions and returns the kind words.
"I believe we all are fast-learners and blessed with good memories." Olivia justifies the claim with a smile.
"We all definitely are. I noticed all of us are gifted with excelled acumen. We wouldn't have met each other and get along if we weren't all harmonically aligned and in the same wavelength. That's how the infinite, or source, works." Libra verifies their discussion's subject in a quantum field level perspective.
Coming into the lobby…
"Supper time, guys!" Henry calls out to them. "I see you've taught Donnel and Nowi the step to activate the in-flight skill. Awesomely done! Later, let's craft extension stash-cores."
With a leap, he soars up to them and instantly takes Olivia with him on his descent.
"Let's go!" He cajoles again as he encourages Olivia to hurry with him first to the kitchen.
" "Ok!" " Donnel and Nowi chorus whilst Libra helps them to land safely.
In the kitchen…
Henry pulls Olivia near the table and reaches for the plate with the three crimson meringues.
Complimenting him, "It smells wonderful in here, Henry. Wow, did you pick fresh tulips in this weather? They're beautiful!" Olivia gently pets and smells the flowers in the vase.
"Please have these, Olivia. I made them just for you. Kindly eat them before they arrive." Henry urges her to consume the treats as he places the small plate in her hand.
"Sure Henry, let me just wash."
But hearing the others enter the doorway, "Oh wait, I just washed mine. Say: ahhh!" he takes one of the coin-sized meringues and rapidly thrusts it into her mouth.
Olivia munches the crisp dessert with gusto and swallows it.
"Yummy! That was delicious. It tastes sugary warm and it melts in your mouth. And, hmm, it made my breath smells like tulips? How ingenious! Henry, you mystically-crafted an instant perfumed mouthwash. I guess, it cleans your teeth too, right?" She compliments him then washes her hands at the nearby sink.
Before Henry can answer her query, Donnel and Nowi approach the table and marvel at the spread with watery mouths.
"Don't forget to wash your hands first, you two." Libra reminds them as he stands beside Olivia and Henry and cleanses his hands on the same sink.
"Here you go, Libra." Henry chucks him a fresh hand towel after he's done washing.
"Tha ~ohm~!*chews*"
As quickly as Libra replies, Olivia speedily flings one of the crimson meringues into his mouth and giggles, "It tastes good, doesn't it?"
Henry's eyes widen in alarm as he witnesses him swallow it.
Olivia takes the last piece of crimson meringue on the small plate and also pushes it into Libra's mouth. Libra bites it in half, takes the other half that hasn't entered his mouth and pushes it into Olivia's.
With a mischievous grin, "We really shouldn't be snacking on dessert first you know. Donnel and Nowi might pick up the bad habit." Libra playfully chides then osculates her.
Henry gapes in horror whilst perceiving the two of them glitter, 'Uh oh…'
After their impassioned dab, "Henry! Dear bestie!" both Olivia and Libra tightly sandwich him between them in a grappling clinch.
Repulsively shuddering, 'NO WAY! Why is this happening to me? Both become hooked on me the absurd way!' Henry raves in his mind.
" "Time to eat." " Libra and Olivia dragging Henry sit on their chairs and spoonfeed him dutifully which revolted him more.
"Whoa, Croie! Did Henry baked you into a spaceship?" Donnel notices the drifting UFO-shaped bread.
"Aww poor Croie, did it hurt being baked in the oven? How about spending time inside a fridge?" Nowi queries him.
'No, I transformed myself into dough when I was baking in there, and into a plushy earlier when I was in the fridge. No fiery or frosty ouchies here.' The loaf replies genially.
Henry darts the floating loaf a dirty look and grabs him.
"Excuse us one moment." The silveret dashes out of the quarters.
Outside...
"What the hell did you do!? Only Olivia was suppose to eat those cookies."
'I cast a spell to make her feed some to Libra. Forcing someone to fall in love with you is wrong, you know!'
"Would you mind your own business!? Look at what you did! Both became too attached to me! So attached, it's just yucky weird! Now, help me recall…what was the quickest dispersing remedy for that spell again?" Henry tries remembering but couldn't concentrate.
The guilt is hindering him to focus.
'Simple. Make them dab each other's lips.'
"Hey!" Henry scowls even more angrily. "That's what I wanted them to stop doing in the first place!"
'And it should be done fervently too'. The loaf instructs him strictly.
After furiously glaring, Henry peeps into the room. He sees the two eating silently without their usual subtle yet vivid magnetism towards one another.
"Easy for you to say, now they're acting as though each other don't exist. I still want us to be best of pals, you know, 'solid', but not to the point someone becomes my ultimate rival for my sweetheart."
'You do realise Libra can hear us even if we're out here,' the loaf reminds him, 'there he reacts now.'
The ecruet stands from his seat and deposits his cutleries and dishes in the sink, then instructs the youngest ones the chore of cleaning them after supper.
Grabbing the floating loaf, "Oh drat!" Henry speedily scrambles off to the farther halls in the ground floor, up the grand staircase, and to the many vicinities there.
Coming outside…
"Where is Henry going?" Olivia queries, tailing after Libra.
"I heard their conversation. They said they got us somehow infected by a spell." Libra informs her.
"I don't feel I'm under a spell. Do you?" Olivia asks, backs a few steps away.
"I notice something's new though. As though our approach towards Henry changed. I feel I wanted to become a much closer friend to him now," The ecruet walks towards her.
As though being pushed back, Olivia backs more steps away. "I feel the urge to cuddle and squish him so… see you!" The oleanderette dashes to track the silveret.
"Hey wait! Don't you want to know what else I heard? They talked about how to dispel it too. I heard the spell book instructed Henry to get us to kiss passionately." Libra chases after her who seem unable to stand being around him.
Finally, Libra catches up to Olivia halfway up the stairwell and grips her by the wrist to halt her.
Squirming to get loose, "Libra, please…let me…stay away…" The oleanderette fidgets in his grasp, gasping rampantly as though being strangled.
"This really feels unlike us. Why are you acting as though you couldn't breathe near me? Look, if you're not going to cooperate then I'll do it myself. I'll dispel this bizarre incantation for us." He pulls her closer and bends forward for it.
But before his lips touch hers,
*~Slap!~*
he feels his cheek swell.
Withdrawing her aching hand, shocked, "Libra… I didn't mean it… …sorry!" the oleanderette regretfully yanks herself off his clinch and runs off crying.
"Olivia…"
Feeling a sudden shock, "Why does her slap feels so much painful in here…" holding his left-side chest area, "…than on my face?" Libra gasps profusely.
A tear moistens down from one of his teal gaze whilst he darts after her.
Presently…
Disrupting his thoughts, "Need help?" he hears Olivia warmly offers him assistance, then she gently takes one of the babies for its much needed a diaper change.
"Thanks." Henry whispers as he finishes changing the other baby's absorbent clothing.
Suddenly, he finds it hard to breathe. He can barely withstand a peculiar unseen pull appearing from the unknown. He mutters a chant to decipher the tidings and whereabouts of this bizarre phenomenon.
After feeding, storytelling, tucking, and dabbing the sleepy babies in their crib for bedtime, they walk to the beach and tend to their friends.
"That turned out to be an enjoyable trip. Why won't we go back there on the islet tomorrow?" Donnel suggests.
"Oh I'd love to go back." Nowi encourages it.
"Sure, I can file another day off." Libra willingly agrees with their suggested goofing off the next day, reminding, "Sleep early to rise extra early tomorrow to water the plants in your residence before we meet again here at around 2:00 before dawn."
"We'll do that right away. Later guys." Donnel and Nowi bid their adieu, taking into consideration that the three required their much-needed trio moment.
"Libra…" Henry calls for his attention after the two rode their vehicle and left.
"Yes?" The ecruet replies.
"Here." The silveret places the oleanderette's hand into his.
Confused, Libra is about to query him but the silveret vanishes in a blink of an eye.
"Libra… Henry wants to be alone for tonight. Is it okay if I stay at your place until we set up again here for our trip to the discovered islet tomorrow?" The oleanderette endures her unstable bearing.
Embracing her, the caring ecruet cozies, consoles and prevents Olivia from lamenting. Calmed, the oleanderette reveals to him what had occurred.
Because of what he did twenty years before, Henry's spell backfired on him. Currently, he somehow becomes repelled and finds it barely tolerable to be near her.
