I drove into the town square of the village. Surprisingly, there were many
interesting shops, and not surprisingly, there were tons of Wicca-based
shops. I went into the most interesting looking one. I found lots of things
in there. There were many nice books, candles, loads of stuff witches would
love to have. Since Ciaran had given me money, I bought as many books as I
could carry and many candles.
I staggered to my car, my arms loaded with bags. Since I still had lots of
money left, I treated myself to a sumptuous lunch and headed back to the
place I would come to call 'home'.
I walked up the stairs, struggling with all the bags. Once I got into my room, I put all the bags on the floor and started to sort everything out. The candles all went onto my desk, the books on my bed; I was determined to finish them by today.
I sat cross-legged on my bed; the many books I had bought surrounding me. Many were open to the pages I had left them at. I was trying to finish reading them all.
Suddenly, I felt Ciaran's presence outside my half-opened door. Choosing to ignore him, I continued reading. Finally making a decision, Ciaran poked his head into my room. I looked up at him. He looked at me and all the books and shook his head disbelievingly, "I give you a day off and you start studying, why are you so like me?" he asked, and I was startled into laughter. He laughed, too. I shrugged, "Genes?" he smiled, "Could be, anyway, we're having dinner, do you want to come down?" he asked. "Sure," I replied, eager to see what he had bought.
I followed him down the stairs and into the spacious kitchen. Killian was there, so was a big box of pizza. =I should have known= I thought. "Hey, sis," Killian said to me. "Hi," I replied. Killian opened the box of pizza and handed a piece to me. I took it, smiling at him.
After dinner, I went back to my room, anxious to finish reading the rest of my books. But Ciaran came in and asked, "How would you like to have a circle with me?" I thought for a moment, a circle with my father? It sounded nice. "Okay," I finally consented.
We went down again and Ciaran led me to a room I hadn't noticed before: the circle room. There was a circle drawn on the floor already. I stepped in and Ciaran close the circle behind him. We each started chanting our power chants, when the energy was high, I asked, "Do we send the energy toward a purpose?" he nodded, "Yes, what is yours?" he asked. "The strength to make decisions," I said firmly. "The fortitude for tasks ahead," he said strongly.
I was about to ground myself when Ciaran stopped me, shaking his magickally ringed head. "Then what?" I asked, confused. "Assimilate it," he replied; "take it into yourself," he went on. I watched him do it, then, I began taking it in, strand by strand, pulling it into myself. When I was done, I felt full to the brim. "Now what?" I asked, "We could take on the seeker," he said, not revealing the fact that he was talking about the murder of a person not drinking a cup of tea. I shook my head.
"How about a tath meanma than?" he suggested. "That sounds like a plan," I agreed. We both sat down, cross-legged. Putting my hands on his shoulders, I leaned my head towards his. We meditated for a few minutes and soon, I was in his mind and he was in mine. Inside his highly complicated mind, I was swamped with fatherly pride and devotion and...love. I felt his regret that I had not grown up with him as if it were mine. I felt his yearning for me to trust him, to love him, for me to acknowledge him as a father.
Than, he was inside my mind. He saw my love for Hunter, how much I missed my adoptive family, Kithic, my yearning for a real family. He saw my conflicting emotions and thoughts about him: Anger, fear, respect, admiration and...love?
Slowly, we became separate beings again. Suddenly, I burst into tears. Then I was pressed against his shirt, his arms encircle me, keeping me safe. "It's okay," he murmured over and over again.
I walked up the stairs, struggling with all the bags. Once I got into my room, I put all the bags on the floor and started to sort everything out. The candles all went onto my desk, the books on my bed; I was determined to finish them by today.
I sat cross-legged on my bed; the many books I had bought surrounding me. Many were open to the pages I had left them at. I was trying to finish reading them all.
Suddenly, I felt Ciaran's presence outside my half-opened door. Choosing to ignore him, I continued reading. Finally making a decision, Ciaran poked his head into my room. I looked up at him. He looked at me and all the books and shook his head disbelievingly, "I give you a day off and you start studying, why are you so like me?" he asked, and I was startled into laughter. He laughed, too. I shrugged, "Genes?" he smiled, "Could be, anyway, we're having dinner, do you want to come down?" he asked. "Sure," I replied, eager to see what he had bought.
I followed him down the stairs and into the spacious kitchen. Killian was there, so was a big box of pizza. =I should have known= I thought. "Hey, sis," Killian said to me. "Hi," I replied. Killian opened the box of pizza and handed a piece to me. I took it, smiling at him.
After dinner, I went back to my room, anxious to finish reading the rest of my books. But Ciaran came in and asked, "How would you like to have a circle with me?" I thought for a moment, a circle with my father? It sounded nice. "Okay," I finally consented.
We went down again and Ciaran led me to a room I hadn't noticed before: the circle room. There was a circle drawn on the floor already. I stepped in and Ciaran close the circle behind him. We each started chanting our power chants, when the energy was high, I asked, "Do we send the energy toward a purpose?" he nodded, "Yes, what is yours?" he asked. "The strength to make decisions," I said firmly. "The fortitude for tasks ahead," he said strongly.
I was about to ground myself when Ciaran stopped me, shaking his magickally ringed head. "Then what?" I asked, confused. "Assimilate it," he replied; "take it into yourself," he went on. I watched him do it, then, I began taking it in, strand by strand, pulling it into myself. When I was done, I felt full to the brim. "Now what?" I asked, "We could take on the seeker," he said, not revealing the fact that he was talking about the murder of a person not drinking a cup of tea. I shook my head.
"How about a tath meanma than?" he suggested. "That sounds like a plan," I agreed. We both sat down, cross-legged. Putting my hands on his shoulders, I leaned my head towards his. We meditated for a few minutes and soon, I was in his mind and he was in mine. Inside his highly complicated mind, I was swamped with fatherly pride and devotion and...love. I felt his regret that I had not grown up with him as if it were mine. I felt his yearning for me to trust him, to love him, for me to acknowledge him as a father.
Than, he was inside my mind. He saw my love for Hunter, how much I missed my adoptive family, Kithic, my yearning for a real family. He saw my conflicting emotions and thoughts about him: Anger, fear, respect, admiration and...love?
Slowly, we became separate beings again. Suddenly, I burst into tears. Then I was pressed against his shirt, his arms encircle me, keeping me safe. "It's okay," he murmured over and over again.