Book 3: Chapter 72
A/N: A.Vivaldi-P.Fenyuk. The four seasons "Winter" and J.S.Bach - Organ Fugue ''Little'' in g minor, BWV 578 in accordion will be played in this chapter, If only for the fact that I got a stick up my ass for classical.
Happy New Year!!
The Horned One
My castle door knocked 3 times. The Yoltier mean to impress a guest? Oh? Aeschylus no less. I saw him do his little inspection, but Gulteer is released for this.
No mortal will ruin my plans so easily.
“Dear you’re invited as well.” I said with excitement! No one ever invites her, and she won’t ever come. I had a Nice robe I’d finished a week ago, if only to replace the rags I keep running around in. The other ones are damn near ‘pajamas’ they are so comfortable, but the tatters are starting to get harder to mend.
“Wait! I want the blue dress!” She shouted, rushing with a beautiful ballgown I made. I…. I’d made that one nearly at the beginning of the war, but I’d never forgot about it….
For her, only the finest. She deserves nothing less. I had to stop myself form getting too roused. Cute aggression happens while she so innocently swoons over new gowns and gems I’d gathered in our closet.
She danced on her tip-toes, and melted my heart. Whatever she wants… Be it tangible or not.
“The Red one is too much but OH THERE’S A GREEN ONE! I’M NEVER GREEN!” she jumed, then pouted. “But *Hunter* green isn’t the Right Mood! OH! There’s a light green one too! And a sky blue one!”
“Take your time my butterfly.” I said while she squealed over the gown I hoped she’d find.
I won’t tell her to try it on.
I won’t say anything. I won’t ruin her fun. She glowed a dull silver in the dark sapphire one. Her hair cascaded down the open shoulders and deep V like a waterfall… She moved me to change my flames blue. I must match my beloved. I even made sure there were long bell sleeves like she likes, all trimmed with silver stardust and beaded by myself.
She chose her metallic silver skin tone this time. I knew she’d want to match the star pattern I did.
It was dyed with the finest bicorn glitter, a rich sapphire blue littered with silver stardust specks I’d saved and put in glass to make them gemstones. Of course, they willingly give such simple magics, but that it is given freely is where the old unicorn magic gathers.
After this I was taking her dancing…. There were still so many things she had yet to see… I still felt guilty seeing the thin scars on her skin, but I was proud she wore them. She did a twirl, and if my mood had any hint of sourness… it didn’t now.
I’d also never explicitly said I’d embroidered every speck of stardust on it myself, or she’d have worn it because I talked about it…But that she chose it herself out of all the bought dresses inflated my ego …Just a bit…. They were dotted all over to imitate stars in general, and she did… She shined brighter than they.
I held her soft hands, and we went above. I already knew my sons were there to Mooch, but whatever, there’s plenty.
I was surprised the little one thought to include Lulliba, and for that I would honor such a simple blessing. She gently held my hand, unsure about all the blood in the carved floors, and the Clear indications that not only were mortals fodder, but they’d already killed a man for Norman’s casserole…
That creature I will not deploy on this world… his powers are too concentrated. Lia won’t be able to handle it. Arviel won’t admit it, but I will…. The next event on Urth is going to kill her…. This my very well be the last dance I get with my mate, and it does not sit well with me.
Why do I feel this way?
It must be my worry for her to be stolen again. There will be no next time.
But I won’t make issues either. I will not be the one who undo’s my son’s hard work.
\---Tiffany---
The Horned One sat happily with his wife, who wore a dress that caught the light. It looked like a reflection of the night sky during a sapphire twilight… Absolutely beautiful. Thankfully the grooves in the floor catch the blood, and drained into the barrier. I’d hate to ruin such fine work.
“Aptherraam, I want you and Tinza to flame the floor.” I commanded casually. They shifted, ruining their clothes, but I knew better! They didn’t think to change, so I texted Mr. Cornwall to fetch some pants.
It impressed others that there was no sassy backtalk, something common with weaker witches…
After all they Are tools. Should a witch be weak and the bond not be strong, a demon Could see them as unworthy, and fairy them right to the afterlife in the form of killing them, and dragging their soul below. Strength is important for that reason, but also the relationship we cultivate.
It also helps that they want to show off in front of their parents…. All of them were here, since ours were too. Even dad and grandpa Kaiden were here, despite their aversion to dark magic.
Aptherraam became a mighty moose demon, and Tinzaa used magic to clear the ashes.
“The floor is cleaned mistress.” Said Aptherraam, becoming a naked man.
“Master would you like a dance? Zayde knows accordion.” I offered.
“My dear, we have feasted. Would you have this dance with this old god?” He asked with a sly grin. He was up to no good.
“Of course my love.” She smiled.
The accordion was fetched, and Zayde started playing while the Horned One twirled his wife like the dining room was a grand table.
“What do you all do?! You have your mates and your wives, dressed in your finest!” He laughed. “Come enjoy the merriment little ones!”
“Pass me the accordion!” Shouted Gulteer. He immediately started playing a polka. Alteer played the drums, and my mate held my hand….
“Care for a dance?” He asked showing off, teleporting to me. Everyone who saw laughed impressed, me included. It takes a lot of effort to use that kind of magic. One could Very Easily land in a wall…
“With an entrance like that, of course.” I giggled.
Those offerings disappeared, likely to convert what we give directly to energy.
He led me with the waltz… I knew every step, and this was another memory.
Theophania loved dances. This dace was done a thousand times over a thousand years… but then she wore purple…
Hellinia was in her stead now… Not Her…
I am my own person… I live my own life.
“My dear, you look as if you’re a taste off.” Said Zayde. “Sorry. I’m feeling a bit nostalgic too.”
“One can’t help but feel that way from time to time.” I admitted. “Look, here she comes.”
“I have a castle warming gift!” She said as she hugged me. “It’s nice to see you Tiffany.”
/I bet she practiced that all night./
Huh?
“Same to you Hellinia.” I smiled.
I don’t have a damn wolf. do I? I should ask.
He’s literally Right there…. I’m entitled to a question, I know that from years of experience.
Who’s experience though. If I am hellbent on not being Theo… then I can’t have my cake and eat it too.
“Oh, here.” She gave me a husky scream keychain for my broom! YES!
These things are made by GY Beanie babies! Every year they make one, last year was Vultchy the Vulture, Screamer the Husky is damn near a prank for the rest of the coven.
“OH MY GODS THANK YOU!!!” I hugged her.
“Oh my gods… *thank you* Hellinia.” Said Zayde annoyed.
It was shaped like a black and white husky, and I squeezed the plushie.
**wwwWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!**
HEHEHEHE IT SCREAMS LIKE A HUSKY!!
“AH! This is the Limited Edition One!!! THE A-WOO-WOO!”
There were laughs. This thing to be palm sized is So loud.
“What the Fuck was that?” Yelled The Realm King.
Everyone pointed at me. Well not my mate, he pointed at himself. How sweet.
“Sorry.”
“Do it again.” The Horned One pointed at his other two sons, especially Lord Bryson, who held his ears.
**AHHHHHHHHH**
“Sorry!” I Tired not to laugh… but the Horned One belted a boom.
“I saw what my little ones were up to. That’s what all of you get losing your attention So easily.”
“They’re children dear.” She beamed.
“Aye.”
“Go dear. I can tell you need audience.” Said Zayde. I did. With a cheek kiss, I was sent to speak with my master.
I think this was my chance too. While Zayde spoke with Hellinia. I needed to see if I was changing. Everyone was in a good mood too, even the Realm King.
“Ah, this is the little one who summons with her mate.” He motioned me.
I bowed.
“I remember you Tiffany. How fairs life this time?” asked the Moon Goddess... she sounds a lot like mom.
“Very good…. But I came to ask did I have a wolf my lady.” I admitted sheepishly.
Their gaze made me nervous…
“You wish to be so separated from ‘Theo’ that you have made a formless entity within.” Said the Horned One. “Should you practice beast blood magic, it will become what you feed it.”
“Oh…” I mumbled…
*A blown Rasberry sounded in my head.*
That sassy little Shit.
“It seems you’ll have your hands full.” He warned. “You have my blessings. You earned that on your own.”
“Thank you sir.” I bowed again. He petted my head.
“You earn your right to what little wolfish blood that resides.” He said simply. “Though I suggest maybe *not* picking a wolfish form, as it will flesh up your blood.”
I didn’t understand that wording, but I’d just listen to him. I’m guessing if I picked a wolf, this inner instinct, inner beast might be too much, since almost all of my blood is Witch’s…. Harry has all my wolfish nature, so to try for More wolfish nature is like double dipping?
Also if I’m more wolf, I’m less witch… so I might accidently ruin my own power supply.
Better that I pick something mythological… but What?
I looked up to see a light nod.
“I trust you will pick something interesting. There is no rush my little child.”
“Thank you master.” I bowed.
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