that!” Caris raised her glass of orange juice and smiled.
“Perhaps we should add a bit of champagne and make this toast official,” Jason teased.
“Oh no you don’t. No alcohol for the recovering patient,” Caris’s tone was serious, despite the smile on her face.
“Would you like to see our work space?” Trin offered.
“Absolutely,” Caris remarked.
“We’d be honored,” Jason added.
Caris helped Trin finish clearing the food, then followed her down into the cellar. She and Jason’s sacred space was located in the shed at the corner of their land, and often times she wondered if they should convert a space indoors, like Trin had, for the convenience.
Jason stood, watching the girls as Trin showed Caris her stock and stores. Gray washed stone walls, wood shelves and cabinets lined with candles and oils. Dried herbs hung from a wooden lattice overhead, and a beautifully carved wood altar sat on a hand-woven rug patterned with stars and moons in the center of the room.
“This is lovely, Trin.” Caris spoke humbly. “Truly, such a perfect space.”
“Thanks.” Retrieving a piece of paper from the cupboard drawer, Trin lifted a quill and began to scribble down the list of items she planned to look for on their trip to Ipswich.
Candles, yarrow, mugwort, and rose petals.
“Looking for something?” Jason asked from over Trin’s shoulder.
“Yes, as a matter of fact I am.” Trin was impressed with his knowledge of her intended use of the ingredients, but as with every other life, she couldn’t elaborate.
“I prefer the pendulum to scrying, personally.” Caris pulled her pendulum from her pants pocket. It was a delicate pink rose quartz point with a beaded gem half way up its chain.
Trin stepped closer to inspect the bead but stopped short when the crystal started to spin wildly in Caris’s hand.
Trin looked up at Caris. “Did you ask it a question?”
“Yes, in my head.”
“What did you ask?” Trin demanded.
“Whether you’d find what you’re looking for,” Caris replied with a somber face.
“I assume that’s not your ‘yes’,” Trin replied.
“No, but it isn’t my ‘no’ either. I’m not sure what’s happening. It’s never done this before.”
Trin stared at the pendulum and became lost in the connection between it and Caris. “Slow and steady, find your way. Reveal the answer, and do not sway. Truth to truth, from the highest light, answer your mistress, proof of right.”
Trin blinked, freeing herself from the involuntary spell that had just flowed from her lips. Caris and Jason were staring at her with gaping mouths.
Trin’s aura was glowing and the pendulum was frozen solid in midair, pointing straight at Caris’s chest.
“What. The. Hell?” Jason’s breathless question mirrored Trin’s thoughts exactly.
Chapter Ten
Ice clung to his boots as he stomped around the cave. Desire and need drove him, but it was anger that pierced his soul. He refused to let centuries of work be all for naught. He cast the stones then slid the knife across his mangled wrist once again, to add the final ingredient. “Bound by time, her soul and mine. Cast astray, day after day. I will not falter, I will not fail, charge these words by the crimson veil.”
“Holy shit! I’ve never seen anything like that!” Caris exclaimed, dropping the pendulum.
“Damn, Trin. You’re something special,” Jason stammered.
“Yeah, um...I don’t know what that was, it just kinda came over me.”
“Well, you were definitely channeling something, you lit up like a glow worm,” Jason teased.
Trin smiled and hoped they didn’t dig for a more solid explanation. “Well, whatever it was, I think I could use that drink now.”
“I’m down for that,” Caris added, casting a speculative look in Jason’s direction.
Trin gathered her list and put away her quill, then led them back upstairs.
“Actually, Trin, I think we’ll take a rain check. Jason needs to get some rest and
“Perhaps we should add a bit of champagne and make this toast official,” Jason teased.
“Oh no you don’t. No alcohol for the recovering patient,” Caris’s tone was serious, despite the smile on her face.
“Would you like to see our work space?” Trin offered.
“Absolutely,” Caris remarked.
“We’d be honored,” Jason added.
Caris helped Trin finish clearing the food, then followed her down into the cellar. She and Jason’s sacred space was located in the shed at the corner of their land, and often times she wondered if they should convert a space indoors, like Trin had, for the convenience.
Jason stood, watching the girls as Trin showed Caris her stock and stores. Gray washed stone walls, wood shelves and cabinets lined with candles and oils. Dried herbs hung from a wooden lattice overhead, and a beautifully carved wood altar sat on a hand-woven rug patterned with stars and moons in the center of the room.
“This is lovely, Trin.” Caris spoke humbly. “Truly, such a perfect space.”
“Thanks.” Retrieving a piece of paper from the cupboard drawer, Trin lifted a quill and began to scribble down the list of items she planned to look for on their trip to Ipswich.
Candles, yarrow, mugwort, and rose petals.
“Looking for something?” Jason asked from over Trin’s shoulder.
“Yes, as a matter of fact I am.” Trin was impressed with his knowledge of her intended use of the ingredients, but as with every other life, she couldn’t elaborate.
“I prefer the pendulum to scrying, personally.” Caris pulled her pendulum from her pants pocket. It was a delicate pink rose quartz point with a beaded gem half way up its chain.
Trin stepped closer to inspect the bead but stopped short when the crystal started to spin wildly in Caris’s hand.
Trin looked up at Caris. “Did you ask it a question?”
“Yes, in my head.”
“What did you ask?” Trin demanded.
“Whether you’d find what you’re looking for,” Caris replied with a somber face.
“I assume that’s not your ‘yes’,” Trin replied.
“No, but it isn’t my ‘no’ either. I’m not sure what’s happening. It’s never done this before.”
Trin stared at the pendulum and became lost in the connection between it and Caris. “Slow and steady, find your way. Reveal the answer, and do not sway. Truth to truth, from the highest light, answer your mistress, proof of right.”
Trin blinked, freeing herself from the involuntary spell that had just flowed from her lips. Caris and Jason were staring at her with gaping mouths.
Trin’s aura was glowing and the pendulum was frozen solid in midair, pointing straight at Caris’s chest.
“What. The. Hell?” Jason’s breathless question mirrored Trin’s thoughts exactly.
Chapter Ten
Ice clung to his boots as he stomped around the cave. Desire and need drove him, but it was anger that pierced his soul. He refused to let centuries of work be all for naught. He cast the stones then slid the knife across his mangled wrist once again, to add the final ingredient. “Bound by time, her soul and mine. Cast astray, day after day. I will not falter, I will not fail, charge these words by the crimson veil.”
“Holy shit! I’ve never seen anything like that!” Caris exclaimed, dropping the pendulum.
“Damn, Trin. You’re something special,” Jason stammered.
“Yeah, um...I don’t know what that was, it just kinda came over me.”
“Well, you were definitely channeling something, you lit up like a glow worm,” Jason teased.
Trin smiled and hoped they didn’t dig for a more solid explanation. “Well, whatever it was, I think I could use that drink now.”
“I’m down for that,” Caris added, casting a speculative look in Jason’s direction.
Trin gathered her list and put away her quill, then led them back upstairs.
“Actually, Trin, I think we’ll take a rain check. Jason needs to get some rest and
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