spell and had Aunt Barb mix the plants for the salve.”
Grandma smiles. “I believe you mean using your mana to create a saka.”
Okay, so I’m not going to pass the pop quiz on magical terms. “Can we just call it magic like the Fairies do? It’s a lot less confusing that way.”
Grandma nods and says kindly, “That is an excellent suggestion.”
“When we combined our mana…I mean magic,” Mom corrects herself, “to heal Kallen from a wound created by iron, I was not a strong enough vessel to channel her magic. Once it was focused on his wound, I had to let go.”
Grandma looks confused. “What do you mean by not a strong enough vessel?”
“Her magic burns hot and fast,” Kallen explains. “And she draws more magic than any other magical being I have come across. It can’t be channeled by another without causing physical harm; it feels like being burned from the inside out. And it is impossible to contain it if she loses control.” He glances sideways at me. I’m pretty sure he’s vividly remembering all the times he tried to contain my magic. I give him my best ‘I’m sorry’ look.
Mom nods in agreement. “She healed his wound almost instantly.”
Grandma looks stunned as her eyes float back to me. “Healed? Completely? I’ve never heard of such a thing; iron does massive internal damage to a Fairy. How is that possible?”
I shrug. “I just did what Mom told me to do. I visualized his wound healing. And then it healed.”
Grandma shakes her head. “Unbelievable. You are certainly a remarkable young woman.” She pats the spot next to her on the couch. “Please, join me and I will explain what I’ve brought with me.”
I hesitate. I’m still not feeling warm and fuzzy about her; and the idea of sitting next to her on the couch is not thrilling. What if one of those things is a Witch Bottle like Mom has planted all over? Who knows what god awful things this stuff could do to me. I glance at Kallen who is now leaning one shoulder against the far wall with his arms crossed over his chest and his feet crossed at the ankles.
“It’s all defensive magic,” he says as if he was reading my mind.
“Xandra, give your grandmother a chance, please,” Mom rebukes gently.
“Fine, it’s just my life we’re playing with,” I grumble under my breath as I walk to the couch.
“And I have every intention of keeping you alive,” Grandma says with what I would probably think was a nice smile if I wasn’t so on edge. She’s not going to win me over with a smile. She doesn’t seem to realize that, though, because she’s still smiling even though I’m sure that it’s written all over my face that I don’t trust her. But, I sit down next to her anyway. Well, I sit at the other end of the couch, so there’s at least two feet between us, but at least I’m on the same piece of furniture as she is.
“Why don’t we start with something simple,” Grandma says as she picks up a small leather pouch. “We’ll make a mojo bag for you to wear. It will help protect your person from magic which causes a physical attack, deflecting the attack back towards the Witch responsible.”
My brow scrunches. “You mean like Witches’ bottles?”
Grandma nods. “Yes, if a Witch bottle explodes around you while you are wearing the mojo bag, it will flare to life and cause a, for lack of a better word, a force field around you, sending the spell back to the one who used it. But, it may only be used once so you will need several of them.”
“Okay,” I say taking the leather pouch that she’s holding out to me. “I’m supposed to put stuff in it?” Kallen smirks and I shoot him a dirty look. He takes great amusement in my magical ignorance.
Grandma doesn’t make fun of me, though. Okay, that’s one brownie point for her. “Yes, you
Grandma smiles. “I believe you mean using your mana to create a saka.”
Okay, so I’m not going to pass the pop quiz on magical terms. “Can we just call it magic like the Fairies do? It’s a lot less confusing that way.”
Grandma nods and says kindly, “That is an excellent suggestion.”
“When we combined our mana…I mean magic,” Mom corrects herself, “to heal Kallen from a wound created by iron, I was not a strong enough vessel to channel her magic. Once it was focused on his wound, I had to let go.”
Grandma looks confused. “What do you mean by not a strong enough vessel?”
“Her magic burns hot and fast,” Kallen explains. “And she draws more magic than any other magical being I have come across. It can’t be channeled by another without causing physical harm; it feels like being burned from the inside out. And it is impossible to contain it if she loses control.” He glances sideways at me. I’m pretty sure he’s vividly remembering all the times he tried to contain my magic. I give him my best ‘I’m sorry’ look.
Mom nods in agreement. “She healed his wound almost instantly.”
Grandma looks stunned as her eyes float back to me. “Healed? Completely? I’ve never heard of such a thing; iron does massive internal damage to a Fairy. How is that possible?”
I shrug. “I just did what Mom told me to do. I visualized his wound healing. And then it healed.”
Grandma shakes her head. “Unbelievable. You are certainly a remarkable young woman.” She pats the spot next to her on the couch. “Please, join me and I will explain what I’ve brought with me.”
I hesitate. I’m still not feeling warm and fuzzy about her; and the idea of sitting next to her on the couch is not thrilling. What if one of those things is a Witch Bottle like Mom has planted all over? Who knows what god awful things this stuff could do to me. I glance at Kallen who is now leaning one shoulder against the far wall with his arms crossed over his chest and his feet crossed at the ankles.
“It’s all defensive magic,” he says as if he was reading my mind.
“Xandra, give your grandmother a chance, please,” Mom rebukes gently.
“Fine, it’s just my life we’re playing with,” I grumble under my breath as I walk to the couch.
“And I have every intention of keeping you alive,” Grandma says with what I would probably think was a nice smile if I wasn’t so on edge. She’s not going to win me over with a smile. She doesn’t seem to realize that, though, because she’s still smiling even though I’m sure that it’s written all over my face that I don’t trust her. But, I sit down next to her anyway. Well, I sit at the other end of the couch, so there’s at least two feet between us, but at least I’m on the same piece of furniture as she is.
“Why don’t we start with something simple,” Grandma says as she picks up a small leather pouch. “We’ll make a mojo bag for you to wear. It will help protect your person from magic which causes a physical attack, deflecting the attack back towards the Witch responsible.”
My brow scrunches. “You mean like Witches’ bottles?”
Grandma nods. “Yes, if a Witch bottle explodes around you while you are wearing the mojo bag, it will flare to life and cause a, for lack of a better word, a force field around you, sending the spell back to the one who used it. But, it may only be used once so you will need several of them.”
“Okay,” I say taking the leather pouch that she’s holding out to me. “I’m supposed to put stuff in it?” Kallen smirks and I shoot him a dirty look. He takes great amusement in my magical ignorance.
Grandma doesn’t make fun of me, though. Okay, that’s one brownie point for her. “Yes, you
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