Herbs and Singing
~*~ Disclaimer: I don't own Sweep. It is a dream of mine, but Cate Tiernan has already accomplished that. Sorry. By the way, thank you every one who reviewed, if you would like more, please review more, that's the only way it will keep coming.~*~
I I really like Alistair . He is taking me to his house this evening for dinner. I am supposed to be searching for stones for my granmum, that was my assignment. But the cliffs and my B.O.S. called to me, so here I sit writing. I already have enough for her anyway, and I have to be back in ten minutes. Today I will dress like a goddess. I can't think of what I will wear off the top of my head, but I will wear something nice. I'm going to end this entry now and go back to granmum. Mumeral I
Muriel looked around for Morgan, but didn't see her. It was beginning to get late, and Alistair would be arriving to the house soon to collect Muriel for dinner. Muriel was far from seeing the path, but was continuously receiving witch messages from her mother addressing her location and the status of Morgan. When Muriel was just about to lose hope, she heard a faint noise coming from a little deeper in the forest. It seemed to sound like singing, so she walked on to locate it. The voice was getting louder and louder, and began to sound faintly familiar. It sounded as though it was her grandmother's voice, however, she was singing in Gaelic, and Morgan Riordan Niall only knew the smallest amounts of Gaelic. The language as a whole had died out many years ago, but most witches, especially in the area spoke it fluently, because they were taught it since birth. Muriel's granmum on the other hand was born in America and didn't even know she was a blood witch until she was almost 17.
Morgan's witch senses picked up on Muriel's presence, and she spun around. "Muriel dear, what time is it? Aren't you supposed to be gathering stones along the cliff?" Morgan asked, seeming as shocked to see her granddaughter standing there as Muriel was to see her granmum standing their singing in Gaelic.
"Granmum," Muriel started, and then her eyes filled with tears. "You told me to be waiting for you at the cliffs at 11:30, and I went, but after I waited for you, and you didn't come, I got worried. The cliffs aren't safe for one to be walking around on by themselves. You could have fallen into the water and I wouldn't have had a clue. I sent you multiple witch messages, which you chose to ignore, and now I find you here, in the middle of a forest you don't know singing in a language that you barely know, doing goddess only knows what! I need you to come home with me and explain what is going on." Muriel was doing everything she could to stay calm with her granmum, who seemed so loved by millions, but so oblivious in Muriel's opinion, to all that could happen to a person being alone.
After they had begun walking, Muriel sent a witch message to her mother saying she had found her granmum, and that they were on their way back to the house. Then she sent a message to her da, asking if Alistair had been yet, and her father responded no, it wasn't quiet time. The rest of the walk home was quiet, the only sounds, an occasional twig snapping under Muriel's shoe or the tweet of a bird.
When they arrived back at the house, Muriel's mum, Moira, ushered Moira and her granmum to two dining room chairs. "Now, which one of you is going to explain to me what has taken place this morning, and why I was forced to be the one to be scared to death of it all? Mum, is it going it to be you, our are you going to make your 15 year old granddaughter explain to me why you disappeared?" Moira seemed very disappointed in not her daughter, but in her mother.
"Moira darling you are being far to worried. It can all easily be explained. Just please, get me a diet coke from the fridge before I begin." Morgan seemed to think nothing was wrong and that everything she had done during that day had been perfectly fine.
"Granmum, you left me sitting there on the cliffs by myself thinking only the worst, and you say that its ally okay? Please, explain what's going on." Muriel pleaded. Although she was afraid of not knowing, she was even more afraid of the truth.
"Moira, you know very well what I was doing. I preformed a simple "Find me not spell", and wanted to see how you'd react Muriel. I wanted to see what you would do if someone were lost in the woods while in your care. I wanted to know if you would desert them, or put everything at stake to find them. I heard all of your witch messages, I just simply ignored them. In the process though, I found tons of wonderful herbs that you never showed me before. Herbs I don't have abundance of in Bally Nigel, so I collected some for myself. Muriel, you pasted your first test, I am very proud of you."
"And so am I, Muriel. You handled it like quiet the young lady." Moira chimed in, patting Muriel on the shoulder.
"Okay, so now that I passed that test of yours, by the way it was oh so amusing, may I go upstairs and get ready to go out with Alistair?" Muriel put on her sad puppy dog eyes, afraid her granmum was going to try to make her have another lesson. "Oh yes, and here you are granmum. My assignment." Muriel added, placing a small pouch with lots of different stones in it on the table.
"Oh wow, I almost forgot. Now go get in the shower and get ready for that boy." Morgan gave her granddaughter a little push in the butt, an American custom she had not given up. One that was used to make people move faster.
Muriel ran up the stairs and dashed into her bedroom. She wanted the perfect outfit to go meet Alistair's family. She could wear a pair of trousers, or she could wear a skirt or dress. She frantically thumbed through her closet and then got an idea. Put away somewhere, she had that perfect green dress that matched her eyes exactly. Tonight, she decided, she would look like a goddess, and that dress would be the one to fulfill that image. After finding the dress and placing it on her bed, Muriel went and got in the shower. While in the shower Muriel did a quick banishing and glamour spell on herself. A little magick to give herself the extra gleam wouldn't hurt.
Hail Epona, Horse Goddess of Sweet Water
With Your beauty I ask of you to cleanse me
Cleanse me of all negativity in this world and the astral.
Let me shine like you do. Hair as sparkling as the snow.
Eyes greener then the grass abroad.
They see me as a beautiful thing. My inner beauty shining out.
So Mote it Be!
Muriel washed with a cleansing solution her mum had concocted for her the past summer that smelled of fresh berries and garden mint. Then after rinsing all of the soap off of her now awesome smelling body, Muriel stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. Standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair, Muriel felt that something was off. It felt like someone was watching her, but who. How long had they been watching her, and where were they watching her from?
She finished brushing her hair and teeth, and then returned to her bedroom. When she arrived in her room, she searched for any signs of someone having been there. She didn't see one, so Muriel got dressed. With her dress on, she looked extremely thin and womanly. She usually wore a size 7, but with the dress on, it seemed to slim her down to a size 3. She had put on her best corset, which helped a lot too. She looked like a woman, with the perfect curves in the perfect places. This was a look she didn't inherit from her granmum Morgan, who, during high school, was extremely flat-chested and ashamed of her looks. Muriel pulled on shoes that tied like ballet shoes, but had a real sole, and weren't as "dance like", then pranced to the bathroom to style her hair and apply makeup. Muriel really had no need to wear makeup, and she knew it, so she did exactly what she had planned, and just lightly dusted her eye area with a light fairy dust. She wore her hair up, a crown of ivy around the hair. Muriel stared into the mirror. She was very pleased with what she had created. She looked more then perfect, and her decision to look like a goddess had overly followed through. After putting on her pentacle necklace, and grabbing her cloak and purse, Muriel walked down stairs.
At the bottom of the stairs, her granmum, mum and da stood waiting, there mouths falling open with awe. Morgan was the first to speak. After what seemed like hours for Muriel.
"Muriel, oh my goddess. You look amazing. You look like the Goddess Brigit herself. You have always been beautiful and graceful, but now I am seeing my granddaughter getting older, and much more ready for her initiation." Then Morgan turned to her own daughter Moira. "Moira, she looks so much like your Aunt Bree used to look like so long ago, when we had first joined the coven led by Cal. Why didn't you inform me that my granddaughter was turning into such a beautiful young lady?"
"Well Mom," Moira started, tapping her mother on the shoulder, "My eyes too, must have been closed for I didn't see her getting this old. I still remember the day I gave birth to her. She has grown so much." A tear slowly fell down Moira's face, but she ignored it. "Did you feel this way when I was growing up too?"
"Yes sweetie. I did. And more so, because I was never home. You must remember all the healing work I was doing at the time while you were preparing for your initiation? Then everything with your father, Hunter, and going and getting him. Then me getting remarried to him like the goddess had wanted. I feel like I missed most of your life, and I don't want you to miss Muriel's." "Enough of this though. Muriel, I am sure Alistair is on his way. Are you ready my love?"
"Yes, I am." is all Muriel got to say. Then there was a ding at the doorbell.
~*~ Disclaimer: I don't own Sweep. It is a dream of mine, but Cate Tiernan has already accomplished that. Sorry. By the way, thank you every one who reviewed, if you would like more, please review more, that's the only way it will keep coming.~*~
I I really like Alistair . He is taking me to his house this evening for dinner. I am supposed to be searching for stones for my granmum, that was my assignment. But the cliffs and my B.O.S. called to me, so here I sit writing. I already have enough for her anyway, and I have to be back in ten minutes. Today I will dress like a goddess. I can't think of what I will wear off the top of my head, but I will wear something nice. I'm going to end this entry now and go back to granmum. Mumeral I
Muriel looked around for Morgan, but didn't see her. It was beginning to get late, and Alistair would be arriving to the house soon to collect Muriel for dinner. Muriel was far from seeing the path, but was continuously receiving witch messages from her mother addressing her location and the status of Morgan. When Muriel was just about to lose hope, she heard a faint noise coming from a little deeper in the forest. It seemed to sound like singing, so she walked on to locate it. The voice was getting louder and louder, and began to sound faintly familiar. It sounded as though it was her grandmother's voice, however, she was singing in Gaelic, and Morgan Riordan Niall only knew the smallest amounts of Gaelic. The language as a whole had died out many years ago, but most witches, especially in the area spoke it fluently, because they were taught it since birth. Muriel's granmum on the other hand was born in America and didn't even know she was a blood witch until she was almost 17.
Morgan's witch senses picked up on Muriel's presence, and she spun around. "Muriel dear, what time is it? Aren't you supposed to be gathering stones along the cliff?" Morgan asked, seeming as shocked to see her granddaughter standing there as Muriel was to see her granmum standing their singing in Gaelic.
"Granmum," Muriel started, and then her eyes filled with tears. "You told me to be waiting for you at the cliffs at 11:30, and I went, but after I waited for you, and you didn't come, I got worried. The cliffs aren't safe for one to be walking around on by themselves. You could have fallen into the water and I wouldn't have had a clue. I sent you multiple witch messages, which you chose to ignore, and now I find you here, in the middle of a forest you don't know singing in a language that you barely know, doing goddess only knows what! I need you to come home with me and explain what is going on." Muriel was doing everything she could to stay calm with her granmum, who seemed so loved by millions, but so oblivious in Muriel's opinion, to all that could happen to a person being alone.
After they had begun walking, Muriel sent a witch message to her mother saying she had found her granmum, and that they were on their way back to the house. Then she sent a message to her da, asking if Alistair had been yet, and her father responded no, it wasn't quiet time. The rest of the walk home was quiet, the only sounds, an occasional twig snapping under Muriel's shoe or the tweet of a bird.
When they arrived back at the house, Muriel's mum, Moira, ushered Moira and her granmum to two dining room chairs. "Now, which one of you is going to explain to me what has taken place this morning, and why I was forced to be the one to be scared to death of it all? Mum, is it going it to be you, our are you going to make your 15 year old granddaughter explain to me why you disappeared?" Moira seemed very disappointed in not her daughter, but in her mother.
"Moira darling you are being far to worried. It can all easily be explained. Just please, get me a diet coke from the fridge before I begin." Morgan seemed to think nothing was wrong and that everything she had done during that day had been perfectly fine.
"Granmum, you left me sitting there on the cliffs by myself thinking only the worst, and you say that its ally okay? Please, explain what's going on." Muriel pleaded. Although she was afraid of not knowing, she was even more afraid of the truth.
"Moira, you know very well what I was doing. I preformed a simple "Find me not spell", and wanted to see how you'd react Muriel. I wanted to see what you would do if someone were lost in the woods while in your care. I wanted to know if you would desert them, or put everything at stake to find them. I heard all of your witch messages, I just simply ignored them. In the process though, I found tons of wonderful herbs that you never showed me before. Herbs I don't have abundance of in Bally Nigel, so I collected some for myself. Muriel, you pasted your first test, I am very proud of you."
"And so am I, Muriel. You handled it like quiet the young lady." Moira chimed in, patting Muriel on the shoulder.
"Okay, so now that I passed that test of yours, by the way it was oh so amusing, may I go upstairs and get ready to go out with Alistair?" Muriel put on her sad puppy dog eyes, afraid her granmum was going to try to make her have another lesson. "Oh yes, and here you are granmum. My assignment." Muriel added, placing a small pouch with lots of different stones in it on the table.
"Oh wow, I almost forgot. Now go get in the shower and get ready for that boy." Morgan gave her granddaughter a little push in the butt, an American custom she had not given up. One that was used to make people move faster.
Muriel ran up the stairs and dashed into her bedroom. She wanted the perfect outfit to go meet Alistair's family. She could wear a pair of trousers, or she could wear a skirt or dress. She frantically thumbed through her closet and then got an idea. Put away somewhere, she had that perfect green dress that matched her eyes exactly. Tonight, she decided, she would look like a goddess, and that dress would be the one to fulfill that image. After finding the dress and placing it on her bed, Muriel went and got in the shower. While in the shower Muriel did a quick banishing and glamour spell on herself. A little magick to give herself the extra gleam wouldn't hurt.
Hail Epona, Horse Goddess of Sweet Water
With Your beauty I ask of you to cleanse me
Cleanse me of all negativity in this world and the astral.
Let me shine like you do. Hair as sparkling as the snow.
Eyes greener then the grass abroad.
They see me as a beautiful thing. My inner beauty shining out.
So Mote it Be!
Muriel washed with a cleansing solution her mum had concocted for her the past summer that smelled of fresh berries and garden mint. Then after rinsing all of the soap off of her now awesome smelling body, Muriel stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. Standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair, Muriel felt that something was off. It felt like someone was watching her, but who. How long had they been watching her, and where were they watching her from?
She finished brushing her hair and teeth, and then returned to her bedroom. When she arrived in her room, she searched for any signs of someone having been there. She didn't see one, so Muriel got dressed. With her dress on, she looked extremely thin and womanly. She usually wore a size 7, but with the dress on, it seemed to slim her down to a size 3. She had put on her best corset, which helped a lot too. She looked like a woman, with the perfect curves in the perfect places. This was a look she didn't inherit from her granmum Morgan, who, during high school, was extremely flat-chested and ashamed of her looks. Muriel pulled on shoes that tied like ballet shoes, but had a real sole, and weren't as "dance like", then pranced to the bathroom to style her hair and apply makeup. Muriel really had no need to wear makeup, and she knew it, so she did exactly what she had planned, and just lightly dusted her eye area with a light fairy dust. She wore her hair up, a crown of ivy around the hair. Muriel stared into the mirror. She was very pleased with what she had created. She looked more then perfect, and her decision to look like a goddess had overly followed through. After putting on her pentacle necklace, and grabbing her cloak and purse, Muriel walked down stairs.
At the bottom of the stairs, her granmum, mum and da stood waiting, there mouths falling open with awe. Morgan was the first to speak. After what seemed like hours for Muriel.
"Muriel, oh my goddess. You look amazing. You look like the Goddess Brigit herself. You have always been beautiful and graceful, but now I am seeing my granddaughter getting older, and much more ready for her initiation." Then Morgan turned to her own daughter Moira. "Moira, she looks so much like your Aunt Bree used to look like so long ago, when we had first joined the coven led by Cal. Why didn't you inform me that my granddaughter was turning into such a beautiful young lady?"
"Well Mom," Moira started, tapping her mother on the shoulder, "My eyes too, must have been closed for I didn't see her getting this old. I still remember the day I gave birth to her. She has grown so much." A tear slowly fell down Moira's face, but she ignored it. "Did you feel this way when I was growing up too?"
"Yes sweetie. I did. And more so, because I was never home. You must remember all the healing work I was doing at the time while you were preparing for your initiation? Then everything with your father, Hunter, and going and getting him. Then me getting remarried to him like the goddess had wanted. I feel like I missed most of your life, and I don't want you to miss Muriel's." "Enough of this though. Muriel, I am sure Alistair is on his way. Are you ready my love?"
"Yes, I am." is all Muriel got to say. Then there was a ding at the doorbell.