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Post by Rhiannon Shaw on Jun 18, 2006 13:19:03 GMT -5
SIOBHAN
Siobhan O'Connell looked up from the inventory she'd been working on as she heard the bell ringing, announcing a new presence in the store. She'd been deeply concentrated on her paperwork (she didn't much like computers, inventions that confused her a whole lot, so she still did things mostly by hand) so it took her a moment to realize that someone had entered the store. Considering she hadn't felt any sense of danger, she knew she did not need to worry about whoever had entered, so she took her time to finish what she was doing and only then did she walk over her desk and out of the backroom.
And then she heard a familiar voice call out to her. It made her stop for a moment, surprise taking over her. It had been many years since the owner of this particular and easily recognizable voice had set foot on her store. Siobhan had just been starting her business back then, and her store was still in its beginnings, having opened barely a year before. A small place that had started by selling the bare minimum for your basic Wicca needs, but had since then grown to one of the most respected occult stores in the city and the state. Siobhan herself had gained far greater knowledge of how things were in Los Angeles since then. It had been a long time, indeed, since she'd last seen this particular friend in her shop.
She hurried her step to meet the newcomer.
"Would you look at that. Stone!" A wide grin settled on her wrinkled face, and her eyes sparkled with renewed youth as she made her way towards the blue creature. "It's been, what, five years since I saw you last in that church of yours? Merry meet, my old friend. What brings you to an old woman's abode?"
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Post by Stone on Jun 18, 2006 13:38:20 GMT -5
The gargoyle grabbed the old woman in a hearty hug, effortlessly lifting her her of the ground before setting her down "Why, you look younger then ever! "It's been, what, five years since I saw you last in that church of yours? "Something like that. You really should come visit sometime. Granted, it's not the most extravagant of places, but i always was a spartan at heart" He chuckled alittle at that, a true insider joke.
"Merry meet, my old friend. What brings you to an old woman's abode?" "I need to cock up a cure for Discuti's blood. But how you been my dear?"
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Post by Rhiannon Shaw on Jun 18, 2006 14:02:58 GMT -5
SIOBHAN
Siobhan could not remember the last time she'd been lifted from the floor by strong arms, but it was certainly when she was much younger and her bones did not yet complaint at the treatment. But it had been a long time since she'd last seen Stone and he'd always been very effusive in his greetings, something that made Siobhan laugh heartily. He could be so serious some times, what with being over 2500 years, most of them spent fighting the many demonic creatures that existed upon the earth. But he could also make Siobhan laugh like few others.
She'd missed him. Why did they see each other with such rarity when they lived in the same city? Maybe because Siobhan kept herself busy with her store and, though she liked to joke about it, she was getting old and her legs weren't what they used to be. Couldn't walk the distances they had just a few years ago, and though she didn't like to admit it, she could no longer keep herself as protected as she could out there, in the streets. Her store was her home, her territory, her sanctuary, and within those four walls she was as safe as she could possibly be, and very few demons or forces of darkness attempted to attack her in there. She was still strong enough to do much damage.
But her strength was diminishing as the years passed and she no longer really felt safe anywhere but home. It was time to pass on her knowledge and her wisdom to the younger generation. Leave whatever legacy she could before the time came for her to leave this earth and go into the next life. That was why she'd invited Rhiannon here, her favorite granddaughter, the one whom she'd watched since she was a child, the one who was the most gifted of the women in Siobhan's family. The heir to her knowledge and her store. Siobhan hadn't yet told Rhiannon that she'd brought her into Los Angeles for that, but the time would come.
Siobhan O'Connell was getting on in her years and soon she would rest.
But those thoughts were too morbid for the moment, especially when an old (or ancient, was more correct a word) friend had come pay a visit.
"Something like that. You really should come visit sometime. Granted, it's not the most extravagant of places, but i always was a spartan at heart."
"I'm getting old, my friend. Memory is going, old bones hurting. The world is passing me by, time is escaping me. What seems like yesterday was years ago, what was yesterday seems like years have gone past. Time does not forgive."
"I need to cock up a cure for Discuti's blood. But how you been my dear?"
Siobhan laughed heartily. "You still are a knight in shinning armor, are you not, my dear friend? Always trying to help, to rid this world of its evil. A difficult thing to do, but you try harder than most."
One of her old, wrinkled hands touched one of Stone's, the claws feeling cold and strong against her skin. "I have been good. I have my granddaughter with me now. You remember me talking about her? Rhiannon. Sweetest girl you'll ever meet. Too trusting, though." A smile and Siobhan patted Stone's claw. "You two should meet one of these days. Might scare her off a bit at first, but she has an open mind and it's time she starts getting a little taste of what lies in this city."
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Post by Stone on Jun 18, 2006 14:40:51 GMT -5
"I'm getting old, my friend. Memory is going, old bones hurting. The world is passing me by, time is escaping me. What seems like yesterday was years ago, what was yesterday seems like years have gone past. Time does not forgive." Stone had seen his fair share of aging, and sometimes he wished he could experience it too. It was a painful thing, seeing your friends succumb to age while you remained the same. Sometimes, he hated his immortality. The knowledge that his death would take the only remaining memory of countless heroes with him was the only thing that kept him going after he lost Antonia and Tacita. "Well, i guess i have to come pick you up then!"
"You still are a knight in shinning armor, are you not, my dear friend? Always trying to help, to rid this world of its evil. A difficult thing to do, but you try harder than most." "Well, when you seen as much as i have you can't stand idly by"
"You two should meet one of these days. Might scare her off a bit at first, but she has an open mind and it's time she starts getting a little taste of what lies in this city." "Yeah, i remembered you never stopped talking about her. But do you really let her wander without knowing what's out there? I thought you far a wiser women." Stone didn't sound accusing or disappointing as much as concerned.
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Post by Rhiannon Shaw on Jun 18, 2006 16:10:27 GMT -5
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"Well, when you seen as much as i have you can't stand idly by"
That had always been one of the qualities that had drawn her to this gentle creature, who might look frightening on the outside to the common man but had a noble heart, one that could not stand the suffering of the innocent. Sometimes he tried too hard, Siobhan thought on occasion. He really seemed intent on fighting until his last breath, as if it was a vocation handed down to him from the Gods, one he must accomplish at all costs.
But even those who fight the darkness deserve a little rest from time to time. To do something that is essential selfish, only important to themselves and not the world-at-large. Have fun. Relax. Siobhan wondered if Stone did enough of that. Should have probably dropped by his church more often in the past so she could keep him company. Talk to him.
Loneliness was a hard burden to bear.
"Yeah, i remembered you never stopped talking about her. But do you really let her wander without knowing what's out there? I thought you far a wiser women." Stone didn't sound accusing or disappointing as much as concerned.
There were very few people who ever made Siobhan O'Connell embarrassed of herself, as if she had committed some kind of fault, but Stone just happened to be one of those people, even if his tone of voice never portrayed disappointment. Nevertheless, his words hit a little part of Siobhan who had been scolding herself inwardly for not having sit Rhiannon down and told her what kind of city she'd moved into.
But there was such innocence in her granddaughter's eyes that whenever Siobhan found the resolve to tell her everything, she hesitated, lost the moment, telling herself that Rhiannon would soon see what no explanation could really convey. There were things out there that should be seen to be believed. And yet, to walk by unaware of the existence of such forces could be a danger in itself. You could not be prepared to react in time. As luck would have it, most people went through life in Los Angeles without ever even crossing paths with a single supernatural being. Others had the misfortune of it being the last thing they saw in their lives.
Rhiannon was a strong girl. She'd be prepared even if she wasn't aware of what lay in the shadows. That girl had a very strong connection to magick and the Goddess. Not to mention she was not exactly helpless. Even vampires and assorted demonic creatures could find themselves on their knees after being hit with 50 thousand volts of electricity...
Didn't mean Siobhan felt any less guilty for not having explained to her granddaughter, in great detail, what lurked in the dark alleys of this great city.
"I know," she said, lowering her eyes, feeling a touch of guilt, an emotion she couldn't remember feeling for a long while now. She believed the last time she'd felt guilty for anything had been when she'd stolen a priceless artifact from a blubbering witch who didn't know what she had in her hands but who had regarded said artifact as an important family heirloom. It had been too dangerous in the woman's hands, but the feeling of guilt over having taken something that had been so important to the other witch had made Siobhan's nights for the next few weeks rather restless.
Until the other witch had found herself a shiny bauble that suddenly became another 'family heirloom'. It had taken all of Siobhan's self-restraint not to metaphysically kick the woman's butt out of her city... Really, so many sleepless nights for nothing!
"But the opportunity hasn't really presented itself yet. Maybe if you stay around it'll come, though," Siobhan smile grew delightfully wicked. "Rhiannon should not be long in returning."
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Post by Stone on Jun 18, 2006 16:31:43 GMT -5
I know," Stone, easily recognizing the shame in the old womans eyes, gently pushed her head up by placing his claw under her check. "Now, we all make mistake's. No matter how old or wise we think we are." he gave her one of those smiles that where so completely his, that really conveyed a sense of trust and warmth"But if you learn and try not to do it again there's nothing wrong. It's how we grow."
"But the opportunity hasn't really presented itself yet. Maybe if you stay around it'll come, though," Siobhan smile grew delightfully wicked. "Rhiannon should not be long in returning."
"I'm not in a rush, i don't need the cure until noon. Now, why don't i make you a cup of my special tea while we wait? Know what, if you tell me about this granddaughter of yours i might share a story about a certain witch that i know you admire." he gave a slightly naughty smile "And it's not one your gonna read in any history book"
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Post by Rhiannon Shaw on Jun 18, 2006 17:09:29 GMT -5
SIOBHAN
"I'm not in a rush, i don't need the cure until noon. Now, why don't i make you a cup of my special tea while we wait?
Siobhan could not help but nod eagerly. She remembered Stone's special tea, and had missed that particular blend she'd never been able to reproduce on her own. She'd last drunk it in their last meeting, five years ago, but Stone had never told her his secret no matter how many times Siobhan had insisted.
It became almost a game to them in their meetings. She'd comment on how good his tea was and would ask him if this was finally the moment she'd learn exactly how he got that particular flavor, and Stone would always shake his head in amusement and give her outrageous reasons why such a secret could not be shared.
"I would love that," she said and pointed him out to a door that lead to a little room just to the side of the counter. A very small kitchenette had been installed there, under the stairs that connected to the apartment upstairs. Siobhan had decided early on that she didn't want to have to climb the stairs every time she wanted to prepare something to drink or eat, or even to concoct some potion or herbal mix to sell or give whoever asked for it.
As she grew in years, this decision had proved to be very fortuitous.
Know what, if you tell me about this granddaughter of yours i might share a story about a certain witch that i know you admire." he gave a slightly naughty smile "And it's not one your gonna read in any history book."
"Oh... I love your stories." Siobhan seemed to have suddenly grown younger by decades, because her eyes sparkled with youthful excitement, giddy and excited like a schoolgirl.
The fact was, Siobhan had always felt fascinated by history, and Stone, with his 2500 years (give or take a few centuries), was like a walking history tome, with wondrous tales to tell of the past, of the many people he'd met, the civilizations he'd seen grow and fall, the wars he'd witnessed. Hearing him speak of things gone past, of events he'd been part of, important or infamous figures he'd crossed paths with... it was like traveling back in time and being there, as everything happened.
"Well, I've told you about her before. She's very sweet and very friendly, so she'll take to you as soon as she gets over the shock of meeting you." Siobhan's wicked grin returned for a moment. "She's also very gifted. I told you before she was going to become a great witch, and I wasn't wrong about that. She is not like many of those so-called witches who just want to study magick to cast spells. She truly believes in the Goddess and that makes her a better witch, because her power grows with her faith." Siobhan smiled lovingly. "Besides which, she never lost that sense of wonder for magick and what it entails. Didn't became commonplace to her. She's always grateful for everything the Lady gives her and doesn't take it for granted." A pause. "She reminds me of me, before the world turned me cynical and weary."
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Post by Stone on Jun 18, 2006 17:39:01 GMT -5
As Stone was lead into the kitchenette he reached for a small bag tied to his belt and placed it on the sink before putting on water and taking out a cup. Still stood in the same place as they did 15 years ago. As the water warmed on he listened to her talk. ...She reminds me of me, before the world turned me cynical and weary." "She sounds like a wonderful women, and I'm sure I'll take to her almost as quickly as i took to you." As she had talked the water had heated up. He slowly poured the water into a cup and added a pinch of the tea mix he kept in the bag. Then he emptied a far bigger portion into the can of water. As he stirred them absentmindedly with a claw "Guess i should start talking then." He seemed to think about something for a second before speaking again "I'm gonna share with you one of my closest memories." He took a deep breath and handed Siobhan her cup.
"It was just after i helped cleanse Rome. We were dividing into smaller groups,each heading for a different city or area. I decided to go with a group that was heading to Egypt. As we left the city in the early morning, i remember seeing the sun slowly rise over the city, spreading it's golden glow. It never felt as warm as it did on that day. Like the sun itself had decided to thank us." A smile spreads across his face, and happiness shines in from his face.
"As we walked the great stone road, i caught one of the hunters sneaking glances at me. She was one of the newer ones, that had joined up during the night. Perhaps it was the thrill of victory but i never saw a more beautiful a women. Apart from you off course. Golden brown hair, deep brown eyes that just sucked you in and didn't let go." He let's out a happy sigh " Her name was Antonia, and my heart skipped a beat as she walked up to me. Her first question caught me by surprise. It wasn't "What's your name" or what are you" It was "can you really fly"" He catches himself "I'm sorry, you probably want exciting stories, not a old gargoyles boring memories"
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Post by Rhiannon Shaw on Jun 18, 2006 18:12:42 GMT -5
SIOBHAN
The tea tasted as wonderfully as always. Siobhan really could not guess what mixture was in there, because it tasted as if every single herb she knew had been thrown in and yet the flavors mingled until they created something different, unrecognizable, sweet and warm. It was also very relaxing. Really, if Stone ever thought about marketing this tea, he'd make a fortune. People would run to stores looking for it and Siobhan would be the first one in, no doubt about it. Stone's tea was damned good and she considered herself a connoisseur of the best blends.
But soon her mind completely forgot about the tea in her hands, its taste lost before a voyage to the past. It was like entering a time machine and traveling backward into ages long gone and witnessing history being written. Stone was a master storyteller, even if he didn't believe himself to be. It was not so much in his words but the passion behind them, the tone of his warm, rumbling voice that evoked the ages. One could get lost in his tales.
One could never forget how old Stone was when they listened to him speak, but the countless years he'd seen only added to his appeal. It wasn't everyday you could have tea with someone older that Christianity.
Siobhan had heard of Antonia. The magnificent woman who had been Stone's wife, had bore him a daughter, and been killed by a vampire. She'd never been given the details of their life together, never really been told more than the basics. Stone could be a very private person, especially when it came to his family, both of whom he had lost. Siobhan could not fathom how hard it could be for someone to outlive friends and loved ones, to go through life with that kind of pain and remain sane.
Many people looked upon immortality as a gift, were willing to give everything for it, try the most dangerous magicks to attain it, but they were trying to gain an illusion of power. Immortality was not something people should envy. It was something they should pity. The greatest gift humanity had been given by the Gods was their mortality... to live one's life and accomplish as much as one could in a lifetime and move on, but never being forced to watch as your family died of old age while you remained, essentially, the same.
No, it was not something Siobhan envied her friend. Even if sometimes she wished she could take a few decades off her shoulders so she could climb the stairs to her apartment without getting winded.
"Your memories are never boring," Siobhan said softly, placing a hand over his, squeezing his claws as best she could considering how hard it was when his hand was more than double the size of hers. "And I'd love to hear about her... the woman who stole your heart."
Sometimes keeping the pain to yourself hurt more than sharing it.
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Post by Stone on Jun 18, 2006 18:57:32 GMT -5
"And I'd love to hear about her... the woman who stole your heart." "Thank you" he placed his own hand upon hers and gently squeezed back. He took a sip from his can of tea.
"So, where was i? Ah yes, "Can you really fly?". I won't bore you by retelling the entire conversation we had. But we, as you put it these days, clicked. We talked about everything from philosophy to vampire hunting techniques. We talked from early morning to late into the night every day of the journey."
"And when we finally came to Egypt we just loved each others company so much we moved in together. Mind you, we didn't become romantically involved until a year later. But we lived together, and the love was always there. So it inevitably happened, under a full moon at the bank of the Nile." He just sits there for a minute, silent as he fondly remembers that single moment
"Shortly thereafter we decided to move on, travel the world. I was so young then, so full of life. I showed her every wonder i ever saw in the world, and she rewarded everything with a kiss and her love. A few years passed. We grew less wild, our love matured. We got married and settled down. We had a small cottage in the forests of England. And, just between you and me, Robin of Locksley was even better with a bow then the legends claim."
"A few years later we got Tacita. She was as beautiful as her mother. She was a wild child, curious and full of joy. She adored my stories. Every night, she would come tip toeing into our bedchamber, her tiny claws gently rasping against the wooden floor. She would crawl down next to me, her small wings wrapping themselves around me. Then she would say, in this tiny little voice "Tell me a story fathe." She couldn't say R you see. So i would wrap her in my wings and tell her of the Philosophers of Greece, the emperor's of Rome and the glorious victories over evil."
A single tear rolls down his cheek. "When her mother died, she was the brave one. She kept me going, supported me through my grief. She grew into such a wonderful woman, and i never been as proud over anything as i was of the person she became. She was quick, graceful and wise. So compassionate, so loving. I even liked her taste in men and women. Not once did i disapprove her choice of partner." He smiles a wistful smile "She was a marvelous person. And i miss her immensely."
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Post by Rhiannon Shaw on Jun 19, 2006 9:44:07 GMT -5
SIOBHAN
She had never heard him speak like this about Antonia. Every time their conversations had wandered into this subject in the past, Stone always seemed hesitant in breaching it, vague on the details, never really telling Siobhan much about the life he'd had with this woman whom he had loved and who'd given him a child. It was like a sacred moment in his life that he wanted to keep close to his heart and to share it would be almost sacrilegious.
Not to mention the pain, even after all this time, seemed to be very strong still. It showed in his ancient eyes, in the way he spoke. Not only the pain of loosing loved ones, but the pain of surviving through everything and seemingly never resting, because evil would always inhabit the world, no matter how much you fought it. But he tried, and the weight of all that he had faced, all he had experienced, all he had lost, rested on his shoulders like the world rested on Atlas.
It was an incredible experience to hear Stone talk to his beloved like this, even the more special because he rarely ever did so. Siobhan learned details she had not known about this Antonia, especially exactly how they'd first been drawn to each other. Siobhan had known Antonia to have been part of Stone's hunting team, but that was practically all she knew aside from the woman's name. She had known Stone had been to Egypt but this was the first time she learned that it had been during his trip there that he and Antonia had started living together.
Siobhan, for all her claims of being a cynical and weary woman at the age of 78, could not contain a few tears from sliding down her wrinkled cheeks. There was still a sentimental romantic within her old soul. A part of her who got emotional when hearing her friend speak of his loved ones with such feeling and wistfulness. Her heart ached for him, like it still ached for her own beloved Michael.
She'd lost her husband many years ago and still missed him very much, even after all this time. Michael O'Connell had been the only man for her, Siobhan had believed, and since the first moment they had seen each other in Ireland, almost 60 years ago, had been like fate. They'd been drawn together like moth to flame, like bee to pollen. As if the Gods themselves had placed them in each other's paths and waited for the sparks to fly, as they undoubtedly would. Stone's story touched her deeply because it reminded her so much of her own.
And Siobhan understood the love of a parent for a child. She'd had three children, two beautiful daughters and a boy who'd grown up to become a prestigious writer. All of her three children still lived, so the lost of her own flesh and blood was a pain she could not understand, but one she felt strongly in her heart, because she could imagine what it would do to her to outlive her own children. Siobhan would like to have met Tacita. She would have liked to know what kind of a child Stone had.
"She was your daughter," Siobhan finally said, after Stone had finished his story, his voice trailing off at the end with a mix of pain and love. "I wouldn't have imagined her to be anything but marvelous." Her hands trembling a bit, Siobhan took another sip of the tea. "Thank you, my friend, for telling me this. I know what it must have cost you to tell this to me. It's always hard to remind yourself of what you've lost." Siobhan gave him a wavering smile. "I miss Michael too. Almost 50 years of marriage, too many mornings waking up with him at my side, too many meals taken together... the memory of these times never leaves us."
A wistful look settled on her dark eyes, the wisdom of almost 80 years of living. "But we should cherish the time we had with them, instead of lamenting the fact that they're gone. Keep them close to our hearts by remembering the happy moments we've shared."
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Post by Stone on Jun 19, 2006 11:07:25 GMT -5
"I miss Michael too. Almost 50 years of marriage, too many mornings waking up with him at my side, too many meals taken together... the memory of these times never leaves us." "I remember him. He was a great man, and i mourned your loss." he placed his claw on her shoulder and gave another gentle squeeze. If there was anything he knew well, it was the human need for touch, and he didn't hesitate for a second when he saw his dear friend need some.
"But we should cherish the time we had with them, instead of lamenting the fact that they're gone. Keep them close to our hearts by remembering the happy moments we've shared."
"I see you haven't forgotten what i told you all those years ago. I guess i really should take my own advice." He gave her a halfhearted smile "But let's leave the sad memories. Why don't you tell me which age you want to hear about?"
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Post by Rhiannon Shaw on Jun 19, 2006 12:03:00 GMT -5
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"I see you haven't forgotten what i told you all those years ago. I guess i really should take my own advice."
Siobhan smiled and patted his hand back. "You have given me many good advice over the years, Stone. I've taken all your words to heart."
It was impossible to ignore the wisdom borne of centuries of living, of experiencing. It'd be rather idiotic on one's part to pay no heed to the words of those who had seen the world change for countless of generations. Most people would never have the opportunity to meet such fountains of knowledge in their lifetimes. It wasn't everyday you crossed paths with beings hundreds of years old, thousands of years old.
It certainly wasn't often you were saved by one such being when you were being attacked by vampires, which had been exactly how Siobhan had first met Stone. Then again, back then she hadn't needed all that much help. She'd been a powerful witch. But any help was appreciated when a gang of vampires wanted to play a little and scare old ladies.
"But let's leave the sad memories. Why don't you tell me which age you want to hear about?"
"I have always loved hearing you talk about Greece, your home country. I've always been fascinated with those times." Siobhan's eyes sparkled with a little mischief. "Tell me about when you were a youngling."
But their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the ringing of the store's bell, announcing a new presence.
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Post by Rhiannon Shaw on Jun 19, 2006 13:16:28 GMT -5
Rhiannon found her peace at the Echo park, among the trees and the birds and the relaxation of the people who walked through it, taking in the beauty around them. She'd always felt better among nature, in parks and the woods or any open space, really, where she could breathe in, smell the earth, hear the sound of life. Made her feel closer to the Goddess. Especially at night, when the moon shined down, casting its silvery glow upon the world. Yes, peace was easier to find when you felt closer to what you believed in.
Of course, in downtown L.A., it was rather difficult to make out the moon and the stars with all the lights and the pollution permeating the sky. It was one of the things that Rhiannon truly missed, which was being able to actually see the night sky without having to use a telescope for it. Quite different from her hometown in Massachusetts, small and isolated enough to be mostly surrounded by woods, a perfect place for a Wiccan to live in. But there were many witches in big cities and they got by, communed with the Gods the best way they could.
It was just a big step for Rhiannon, who'd always been able to step outside her house into the woods in the back, a small lake in the distance where she used to swim in with friends during the summer months, a clearing she'd made her own sacred space for when she celebrated the Sabbats, sometimes alone, sometimes with her mother or other visiting relatives. Even her father, who was agnostic, sometimes was present during these celebrations, watching the two women of his life pray to the Goddess they believed in.
But L.A. also had a lot to offer. New sights and new people, a beauty all its own, different but no worse for it. And it certainly had quite a few lovely restaurants where a girl could have a fine vegetarian meal. After having spent almost half an hour in the park, basking in the sun and the gentle breeze, her stomach had loudly announced its empty status, which wasn't surprising since Rhiannon hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and her lunch had been interrupted when she'd left that Chinese restaurant in a hurry. This had lead Rhiannon to try and find a place to eat in the vicinity.
After a glass of fresh orange juice and a grilled bun with mixed vegetables, Rhiannon was ready to go back to work. Although her knowledge of the city was still rather limited, she managed to get on the correct bus to the are where the Moonshade was located. Some time later she was getting off at an exit only about ten minutes from Moonshade, but Rhiannon took her time getting back.
She was contemplating exactly how to breach the subject of what had occurred in the Chinese restaurant with her grandmother. How to tell her that Rhiannon had experienced chaos magick almost blindly, throwing caution out the proverbial window like a child who wanted to play with a new toy. She'd taken the advice of a perfect stranger on how to perform a spell and had reaped the consequences of being so damned trusting.
Except she had always believed in people and their best intentions, and it was something she knew she'd continue doing even after burning herself consecutive times. It was just in her nature to trust in people. Maybe it was naivete, and certainly it could be dangerous, but it was part of her and to change it now would mean to change herself, her whole outlook on life. It would come though... life gave people an edge, made them more weary of things... one did not remain unchanged throughout their lives.
After all, that was what made the human being so interesting. They had so much room to grow.
She finally reached the Moonshade's green door and entered this little haven with a smile, mouth open to call out to Siobhan to warn her she'd returned. A bit later than planned, yes, but her grandmother wouldn't begrudge her that. But no words came out of her mouth when she crossed the store's threshold and her eyes finally adjusted to the darkness within. She didn't say a word because shock crossed her face when she noticed the huge, winged creature sitting with her grandmother... drinking tea! For a moment there was absolute silence.
And then Siobhan spoke.
"Rhia, I'm so glad you're here. Come and meet an old friend of mine."
There was a definite mischievous tone in her grandmother's voice and that was what snapped Rhiannon out of her shock.
"What... who... how..." She shook her head, stared harder at the creature. "Oh..." was all she said before heavily sitting on a nearby chair. "Oh my... you have a gargoyle in your shop..." And she giggled, in slightly hysterical delight.
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Post by Stone on Jun 19, 2006 13:30:50 GMT -5
Stone looked at the giggling girl for a few seconds before extending his hand "Hi i'm Stone" Even after 2500 years he still felt uncomfortable unsing his human given name. There simply wasn't names in his kind's language, and even though he was as fluent in the various languages of humans names where still a odditity to him.
She was a beautiful girl, and kindness shone in her eyes. She reminded him of a little of Antonia, with the same deep eyes. "Your grandmother has told me alot of things about you, all of them good."
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