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Chapter 3: Lessons
I found a lass I am fairly interested in, thanks be to the goddess. Her name is Muriel, and she is the granddaughter of Morgan Riordan Niall! She must have so much power. I invited her over for dinner this evening. I want a chance to be alone with her, and of course I must introduce her to my mother, since she has agreed to be my girlfriend. I am quiet surprised that her family, of all families, is willing to let her date someone at her age. I swear on my witches' oath that I will try my best to protect Muriel from all evils in this world and in the astral.
Alfiare
Muriel was sad to let Alistair go, especially now that she had him. She knew however, that she would be going over to his house later. She was nervous because she would be meeting his mother, father, and seeing his house all for the first time, but she had to conquer her nerves, because she needed to be calm in order to take her lessons from her granmum.
Morgan stood up from the chair she had sat in while she drank her diet coke and took Muriel by the hand. "Come on dear, we shall go study now. Where would you prefer to learn today, your room, the study, the garden, or perhaps, the cliffs?" Morgan looked at her granddaughter sincerely. It seemed like only a few years since she had been lying in bed dreaming about Cal in the same manor that Muriel had thought of Alistair the night before.
"I would love to go to the cliffs!" Muriel exclaimed, more enthused then she had intended. "What do we need for today's lesson? I will run to my bedroom or to the supply closet to get it." Muriel realized why she woke up early Saturday mornings. Days with her granmum were so fun, so special.
"Lets see. Why don't you grab your book of shadows, a pen, an empty crystal bag, and hmmm . . ." Morgan seemed to know exactly what she wanted to say, but pretended to be puzzled. "Ah! Yes! Two diet cokes, and while you do that I'll make some sandwiches."
"Okay great! I can do that." Muriel sprinted up the stairs to her bedroom, grabbing her large Book of Shadows, a pen, a crystal bag, and threw it in her empty backpack that she used for magical purposes. Then running back down stairs, she grabbed the sandwiches and diet cokes and threw them in the bag also. Morgan and Muriel were ready to go, so after Muriel kissed her mum and da goodbye, they walked out the door to go back to the cliffs.
"So granmum, what is it that you are teaching me today?" Muriel asked, dieing to know, because she hoped that she already knew a little bit about the topic.
"We are going to be identifying different stones on the cliffs, and then we will be assorting them by their different healing powers." After Morgan had finished high school and gone to the witch school in Scotland, and after she had thought she lost Hunter, Morgan did a great deal of work in the healing fields. Now, in her late age, she was not only known as the High Priestess of Belwicket, a coven that had seemed to disappear for 20 years, but the women who had participated in the dismantling of two dark waves, had dealt with some of the darkest witches in the world, and defeated them, and was the most renowned healer in the world.
Muriel walked in front of her granmum as they traveled a worn path that Muriel had created when they first moved to the house. Muriel could tell by doing a quick scan of her granmum that she was highly impressed with Muriel's job in the forest, and how she had managed to create a path without killing a single living thing. Finally, the cliffs came into view and in the next minute, Muriel and Morgan were standing within two feet of the edge of the cliff, staring down into the deep, blue Scottish Sea.
"Okay Muriel, first thing is first. The best place to look for stones is going to be the cliffs, and the beach. Do you know why?" Morgan asked the silly question just to make sure that Muriel wasn't spacing, thinking about Alistair.
"Well, the cliff is made of many different types of rocks, and at the beach, there are lots of rocks in the sand." Muriel said as-a-matter-of-factly, to her granmum, then stepped back and took a bow.
"Very good, that was just an "Are you paying attention" question, now we will continue with our search for stones. At 11:30 we will stop for lunch, and then head back to your house."
Most of the people in the part of Scotland Muriel lived in had no need for watches, because they were witches and had been taught to tell time using the sky, for Muriel it was the same. During the day she used the sun, and at night, the stars and moon. Muriel took her small crystal bag out of her backpack, and started collecting rocks.
Doing this assignment, Muriel noticed a lot that she hadn't noticed before on her daily trips to the cliffs. The project seemed to open her awareness to the resources provided, by the earth, right around her. As she walked, Muriel collected obsidian, some mica, and some other rocks she wasn't sure of. Then, she walked more towards the woods and found some lapis lazuli and a giant piece of rose quartz. That's strange, she thought. Rose quartz wasn't something that you could ordinarily just find on a cliff. You usually had to look a little harder.
Rose quartz was special to her granmum. Her granda, Hunter, had given her a large piece of rose quartz once before, with a picture of him spelled in it. She still had that rose quartz on her bedroom dresser. Muriel picked up the quartz and then looked at her shadow and up at the sun. It was almost 11:30 according to the sun, so Muriel headed back to where her granmum was.
When Muriel arrived to where she was supposed to meet her granmum, she wasn't there. Muriel waited for a while on the ground by her backpack before she stood up and began to look for her missing granmum furiously.
"Granmum!" "Granmum! Where are you?" Muriel shouted, and then listened. No response. Muriel was ready to cry. Her granmum was nowhere to be found, and it was past noon now. Finally she sent her a witch message *Granmum, its me, Muriel, I was waiting at the cliffs for you, now I am coming to find you*. Muriel picked up her things, and walked back towards the path.
Muriel looked all around as she walked the path, looking for any traces of her granmum. She saw a plant that looked as though it had just been walked over, and headed in that direction. Then she realized that she may be walking right into trouble and sent a witch message to her mum. *Mum, it is me, Muriel, I am looking for granmum, and I can't find her. We were collecting rocks and then she disappeared. Come help. Go through my path in the backyard. * Then Muriel walked on in search of her granmum.
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Chapter 3: Lessons
I found a lass I am fairly interested in, thanks be to the goddess. Her name is Muriel, and she is the granddaughter of Morgan Riordan Niall! She must have so much power. I invited her over for dinner this evening. I want a chance to be alone with her, and of course I must introduce her to my mother, since she has agreed to be my girlfriend. I am quiet surprised that her family, of all families, is willing to let her date someone at her age. I swear on my witches' oath that I will try my best to protect Muriel from all evils in this world and in the astral.
Alfiare
Muriel was sad to let Alistair go, especially now that she had him. She knew however, that she would be going over to his house later. She was nervous because she would be meeting his mother, father, and seeing his house all for the first time, but she had to conquer her nerves, because she needed to be calm in order to take her lessons from her granmum.
Morgan stood up from the chair she had sat in while she drank her diet coke and took Muriel by the hand. "Come on dear, we shall go study now. Where would you prefer to learn today, your room, the study, the garden, or perhaps, the cliffs?" Morgan looked at her granddaughter sincerely. It seemed like only a few years since she had been lying in bed dreaming about Cal in the same manor that Muriel had thought of Alistair the night before.
"I would love to go to the cliffs!" Muriel exclaimed, more enthused then she had intended. "What do we need for today's lesson? I will run to my bedroom or to the supply closet to get it." Muriel realized why she woke up early Saturday mornings. Days with her granmum were so fun, so special.
"Lets see. Why don't you grab your book of shadows, a pen, an empty crystal bag, and hmmm . . ." Morgan seemed to know exactly what she wanted to say, but pretended to be puzzled. "Ah! Yes! Two diet cokes, and while you do that I'll make some sandwiches."
"Okay great! I can do that." Muriel sprinted up the stairs to her bedroom, grabbing her large Book of Shadows, a pen, a crystal bag, and threw it in her empty backpack that she used for magical purposes. Then running back down stairs, she grabbed the sandwiches and diet cokes and threw them in the bag also. Morgan and Muriel were ready to go, so after Muriel kissed her mum and da goodbye, they walked out the door to go back to the cliffs.
"So granmum, what is it that you are teaching me today?" Muriel asked, dieing to know, because she hoped that she already knew a little bit about the topic.
"We are going to be identifying different stones on the cliffs, and then we will be assorting them by their different healing powers." After Morgan had finished high school and gone to the witch school in Scotland, and after she had thought she lost Hunter, Morgan did a great deal of work in the healing fields. Now, in her late age, she was not only known as the High Priestess of Belwicket, a coven that had seemed to disappear for 20 years, but the women who had participated in the dismantling of two dark waves, had dealt with some of the darkest witches in the world, and defeated them, and was the most renowned healer in the world.
Muriel walked in front of her granmum as they traveled a worn path that Muriel had created when they first moved to the house. Muriel could tell by doing a quick scan of her granmum that she was highly impressed with Muriel's job in the forest, and how she had managed to create a path without killing a single living thing. Finally, the cliffs came into view and in the next minute, Muriel and Morgan were standing within two feet of the edge of the cliff, staring down into the deep, blue Scottish Sea.
"Okay Muriel, first thing is first. The best place to look for stones is going to be the cliffs, and the beach. Do you know why?" Morgan asked the silly question just to make sure that Muriel wasn't spacing, thinking about Alistair.
"Well, the cliff is made of many different types of rocks, and at the beach, there are lots of rocks in the sand." Muriel said as-a-matter-of-factly, to her granmum, then stepped back and took a bow.
"Very good, that was just an "Are you paying attention" question, now we will continue with our search for stones. At 11:30 we will stop for lunch, and then head back to your house."
Most of the people in the part of Scotland Muriel lived in had no need for watches, because they were witches and had been taught to tell time using the sky, for Muriel it was the same. During the day she used the sun, and at night, the stars and moon. Muriel took her small crystal bag out of her backpack, and started collecting rocks.
Doing this assignment, Muriel noticed a lot that she hadn't noticed before on her daily trips to the cliffs. The project seemed to open her awareness to the resources provided, by the earth, right around her. As she walked, Muriel collected obsidian, some mica, and some other rocks she wasn't sure of. Then, she walked more towards the woods and found some lapis lazuli and a giant piece of rose quartz. That's strange, she thought. Rose quartz wasn't something that you could ordinarily just find on a cliff. You usually had to look a little harder.
Rose quartz was special to her granmum. Her granda, Hunter, had given her a large piece of rose quartz once before, with a picture of him spelled in it. She still had that rose quartz on her bedroom dresser. Muriel picked up the quartz and then looked at her shadow and up at the sun. It was almost 11:30 according to the sun, so Muriel headed back to where her granmum was.
When Muriel arrived to where she was supposed to meet her granmum, she wasn't there. Muriel waited for a while on the ground by her backpack before she stood up and began to look for her missing granmum furiously.
"Granmum!" "Granmum! Where are you?" Muriel shouted, and then listened. No response. Muriel was ready to cry. Her granmum was nowhere to be found, and it was past noon now. Finally she sent her a witch message *Granmum, its me, Muriel, I was waiting at the cliffs for you, now I am coming to find you*. Muriel picked up her things, and walked back towards the path.
Muriel looked all around as she walked the path, looking for any traces of her granmum. She saw a plant that looked as though it had just been walked over, and headed in that direction. Then she realized that she may be walking right into trouble and sent a witch message to her mum. *Mum, it is me, Muriel, I am looking for granmum, and I can't find her. We were collecting rocks and then she disappeared. Come help. Go through my path in the backyard. * Then Muriel walked on in search of her granmum.