“Anyone can become a Druid, it just takes a lot of studying to get to the point you can be bound to the Earth. As far as I know, there’s no other limitations or anything.” She said. “I’ve thought about it, but being of mage heritage, I’m better as an opposite to a Druid. Because I have that natural inclination to the other world, and can walk inside various types of magic. While Druids can only do that. Earth magic. Mine comes from within me, and some from the lifelines of the planet, the leylines.”
Lilja nodded her head. “Right. It’s very rare I pass out now-a-days. A nosebleed might happen here or there, but those can happen if I don’t take the allergy potion I made too.” She grinned at the slight irony. “Imagine that, a mage allergic to ragweed.” The mage shrugged a shoulder from his question. “Care for me like you would any passed out person. Keep me hydrated, though there are teas that I’ll show you how to make that help with the hunger and metabolism. If I’m out for longer than a week, which should never happen, then call my brother. Or…” She wrapped her finger around a loose strand of her blonde hair. “If this begins to go black… That means something very, very serious. He’ll know what to do if it happens.”
A smile broke out on her face as she shifted, pulling one leg underneath her other. “You do love asking questions, don’t you Sam?” She laughed. “I like that! They’re a Scandinavian creature. Dream eaters, essentially. Usually in the form of shriveled corpses, though they can shift to different forms. My brother and I fought one in the form of a large black dog.” Lilja reached over, claiming Sam’s hand in a gentle hold. “I think you’re going to love my cellar. Although half is wines and preserves, I keep a lot of older texts down there. Ones I don’t want displayed in my actual house for visitor’s sakes.”
“That... actually sounds kind of cool,” Sam admitted.  “...being a Druid, I mean…”  He’d always liked nature, and the outdoors... and maybe that would give him something to focus on.  He was tired of Hunting, despite the good he knew it did.  Things had changed with Dean’s death.  So maybe Sam should change, too?  Then again... he wondered if the demon blood he’d been fed as a child would affect his attempt.  Was it foolish to hope he could escape from what had happened to him all those years ago?
He chuckled as Lilja joked about her ragweed allergy, but his expression became more serious as she talked about the potential side effects of her magic.  “I can remember all of that,” he agreed, voice soft.  Like hell if he was going to allow something else to happen to someone on his watch.  No.  Never again.
The hint of a blush tinged Sam’s cheeks as she teased him.  “I like learning... and reading,” he admitted.  “There’s all kinds of crazy stuff stuck in my head.  Mostly occult…”  He trailed off for a moment as her hand wrapped once more around his.  “I thought the dragur sounded familiar...something I’d read about before…”  His brows arched at the mention of old books, a soft laugh leaving the Hunter’s lips.  “You’re probably right.  There’s just something about old books... I’d love the chance to see what you’ve got.”
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