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pickthelocke‌:

Declan didn’t really think Grisha should be rewarded for his bad behaviour, but he hung onto the bananas anyway, since it was going to look weird if he just shoved them at her and told her to keep them. “I’m honored.” Having nowhere to put them, he awkwardly tucked them under his arm and wondered if his life was always going to be filled with awkward moments like this. “Someone’s gonna be so sad that you didn’t like their gift. And yeah, once you get something in the mail, it’s yours. It’s the law.”

Declan matched her raised eyebrow and shrugged. “I guess so. That was all B.C. Before Chaos. I suppose you’re going back now?”

Vera shrugged, “Not sure yet. After everything, doesn’t going back and sitting in a class room seems sort of ridiculous. I have convinced my grandmother to let me continue my apprenticeship with her full time. Just have to test out of the classes I needed. What about you?”

She looked over at his donkey before smiling, reaching out and scratching under the animal’s chin, “I think I got the gift accidentally, I’m afraid.”

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pickthelocke‌:

Grisha, attracted to anything related to food with a truffle pig’s unerring accuracy, ducked his face down and proceeded to try and eat the bananas, skins and all. Dex hissed and tugged on the halter that hung around his familiar’s neck, tugging him away. “You know that’s not gonna go well, stop it.” Looking up, he recognized Vera, a member of the same coven who’d not so recently occupied his farm and who Declan had engaged in a long-time war of attrition with. “I’m sure they hate you too.” Scooping them up off the ground and holding them away from his donkey, he tried to offer them back to her. “You gonna take your shit or what?”

“Probably.” Vera said, making a bit of a face before shaking her head, “No, no. Your donkey can have them.” She said with a nod, letting him keep the bananas. “Consider them a gift. From me to you.” She said, “And you could be a bit nicer. I didn’t order those bananas. So technically it’s not my “shit”

Raising an eyebrow, she looked Declan up and down before raising an eyebrow, “Didn’t we got o the academy together?” Granted, Declan had been a few years old but the guy standing in front of her was somewhat familiar.

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zadie-maclain

verathetwentysomethingwitch‌:

Vera had literally done zero foraging, which of course she know she’d never hear the end of it from her grandmother. Still, she focused on the woman in front of her. Watching her collect things.

“I sure hope so.” Vera said with a nod, still watching the woman before shaking her head. “Oh no. I am not really a nature sort of gal. My grandmother does most of the collecting or I just buy them. My grandmother planted a small patch of mushrooms she needs for something. Sent me out to get them.”

She rose slowly, dusting the legs of her jeans off, anchoring the basket – and her hand – against her hip. “Oh.”

The wind rustled the leaves, high overhead, but it barely touched the low pines.

Vera was strange. Unplaceable, almost, like she didn’t belong in the war – or in what remained after it. She seemed unaffected, and Zadie didn’t know how to react to someone like that, didn’t know how to fathom being anything but affected. The war had changed her. There was no turning back.

Nodding once, she turned, staring at the path they’d walked up. She was suddenly tense, unwilling to be around others. Keen to explore the other fork leading deep into the forest. Light eyes canvassed the gray sky overhead. Might be her last chance to do it, before winter came.

“I’ll leave you to it, then.” Her gaze raked over the girl: her feet, her legs, her hips and shoulders, narrowing on her nose. Zadie didn’t smile, only nodded. She was difficult, she knew it. She almost looked apologetic for it. “Good day, Vera.”

END?

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‘‘Jeez, do people actually read this crap?’‘ Imogen glanced over her shoulder at the person that approached her. She held up the book, reading out loud from it. ‘‘It’s an acquired taste, I’ll give you that, but it does it for me. Salt and sea, tart, tangy delicious. I lick and slurp and, just when I think I’m done, more seeps out of her puss– what? Not your cup of tea?’‘ Immy raised her eyebrows, a grin dancing on her lips. ‘’I’ve got another one of these. Two arrived in my post today. And here is the kicker, they were bought from Woods Books.’’

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“Actually some people do.” Vera said, smirking as she moved across from her, “You just have a terrible author. You might as well read fifty shades, at least the writing is better.” She said, leaning over and grabbing the book from her. Flipping through it. “And everyone knows Woods Books has a naughty section, you just need to know where to look.”

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zadie-maclain‌:

Her basket was rapidly filling with cuttings, a few gooseberries, some thistle and herbs. Zadie knew what she was doing around a forest, knew how to spot things others missed – sometimes good fortune, a spray of white-capped mushrooms along the roots of an old tree. Sometimes just dodging bad, when she noticed an extra fork on a leaf, or the tell-tale spiny stalk of a poisonous lookalike.

Vera, in contrast, seemed unaccustomed.

“They’ll come back,” Zadie said, and she didn’t really indicate whose family she was speaking about. She looked up, squinting a little. In her hand lay yellow thistle. “Don’t you want some?”

Vera had literally done zero foraging, which of course she know she’d never hear the end of it from her grandmother. Still, she focused on the woman in front of her. Watching her collect things.

“I sure hope so.” Vera said with a nod, still watching the woman before shaking her head. “Oh no. I am not really a nature sort of gal. My grandmother does most of the collecting or I just buy them. My grandmother planted a small patch of mushrooms she needs for something. Sent me out to get them.”

#vera;zadie

Vera was heading out of the post office, packages in hand for both herself and her grandmother as she headed back towards her grandmother’s shop. Her hands were full as she made her way down the sidewalk, the toe of her boot hitting a crack as she lost her balance, envelopes and packages flying everywhere. The box addressed to her fell to the ground, opening up as bananas spilled out.

What sort of joke was this. Making a face, she moved to pick up her things, “I hate bananas.” She muttered out loud to no one in particular.

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zadie-maclain‌:

“It’s a nice sentiment.” Zadie used to be smart, used to be prettier than the average, used to be bright and precocious and loud. That didn’t do much for her in the war, so she put those away. She was quiet, and focused, and determined, then.

Grew fond of her. Zadie couldn’t imagine that, not from the group she was with. Ruthless, and good at what they did. Determined that they were right, the true coven in the valley, better than all the rest. She bent by a low-lying shrub, fished the scissors out of her pocket, took some clippings. Rosemary. Simple enough, but good for cleaning.

She didn’t stand up right away, instead scanning the landscape for other plants. “…Is your family back?”

Vera watched the girl, her movements, her facial expressions. Even during the war, it had pained Vera to see the prisoners. While she was taken care of and treated well, others had no been so lucky. Zadie was one of them. It was clear the girl had been broken and she felt for the girl.

“No.” Vera swallowed, still watching her. “We haven’t heard from my brother.” Which was scary enough, “My mother is back. My father never made it back. What.. what about you?” She asked, almost wary about the answers. The girl didn’t need anymore in her life.

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mama-o-connor‌:

Humility, or at least a good show of it. Perhaps Serafina hadn’t just been blowing smoke after all. She smiled.

“If the art is worth it, all the time in the world is well-spent.” She paused. “Would you mind if I did a little spell? Nothin’ drastic, I assure you, but it’s always rude to cast without givin’ your guests a warnin’.”

A languid wave of her hand, and then - “Jermaine, darlin’, if you would be so kind?”

The jewel-toned bird fluttered in, as if he had been waiting just behind the potted miniature banyan trees for a summons.

“The amulet, if you please? Ah.”

The wingbeats blurred, then the hummingbird deposited a lace-wrapped parcel in her hand.

“Creation,” she said, gently unwrapping the tiny bundle, “is always a joy. But creation with what would’ve otherwise come from death, now that there is a genuine mystery and wonder.”

In the middle of the faded lace lay a single brass button the size of a thumbnail. There had once been etchings on it, but the lines had long since been worn down until one could no longer tell what they had been. A coat of arms. A set of initials. A fanciful or otherwise meaningless design.

“This once belonged to someone I know.” Knew. But knowing someone didn’t end with death, just changed the relationship somewhat. “The blood spell on the amulet broke before the person did.”

A finger stroked down the face of the button.

“I would count it as a big favor to me if you would take this on as your first practice. Unravel it. Tell me what spell was cast, and to what purpose.”

She withdrew her hand, reached instead for the teacup.

“And how it was broken.”

“Of course.” Vera said with a nod, doing her best to appear un-phased by the powerful witch but it was hard not to watch the women in awe. It was clear why this woman lead their covenant and the fact that she even wanted to perform magic in front of her was an house.

She was quiet, as if she could speak as the woman’s familiar appeared from no where.

As she listened to the woman’s proposal, she was silent as she took in the sight of the amulet. It was beautifully made, something Vera noticed almost immediately. Her creative eye taking in all the markings, the faded etchings. There was beauty something that old.

As she withdrew her hand, Vera immediately moved to pick it up. Bringing it closer to her, investigating it thoroughly. The energy of the amulet pulsed in her hand. This was made by a powerful witch or wizard. Her grandmother had taught her at an early age to let the amulet or talisman speak to her. Tell what it needed to say.

“Why?”

That was the first question that came to mind but Vera not dare question the woman before her. She doubted she’d get a straight answer anyway.

Instead she repeated, “Of course.” Her gaze still on the amulet, her fingertips running along the edge of it. “Is there any other information you can give me?” She asked, finally moving to meet the woman’s gaze. Any information she could offer could help her answer her questions.

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“Only the best shit,” he agreed, beaming at her. “That’s what brings everyone to the Clinic. ‘Cause they know that.”

But ain’t they adorable when they thought they knew better. He placed a hand over his heart, gave a mock bow. “You’ll be the most updated witch of my acquaintance, and that there’s a promise.”

Then, because there was nothing quite like sweetening the post, “And how wouldya feel about tea with Mama herself? That way you can update us both on both. Two birds. One witch.”

He shrugged and rocked back on his heels, looking away before meeting her gaze again.

“Just an offer for an …enterprising young’un like you.”

“People don’t come to the clinic for potions to make them feel better?” Vera asked, narrowing her eyes at him before laughing, shaking her head. “Well, keep your promise and I might keep mine.” She said with a nod, watching him for a moment as she grabbed the package and moved to put it in her small purse.

Vera shrugged, “Don’t think your mother makes it a habit of asking Clarke girls to tea.” She pointed out, “But we’ll see where the wind takes us naturally.”

She gave him a small wink, leaning over the counter to give him a kiss on the cheek. Leaving a small stain of her red lipstick with a grin, “I’ll see you around, O’Connor.” She said and a moment later, she was out the door.

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mama-o-connor‌:

Blood and bone. Essential areas to master for any healer, but also particular specialties of the O’Connor family. It was quite… bold for the young Clarke to be bringing it up, and in this context no less. A journeyman project to prove her worth in the area of another family’s expertise.

Agnes took another leisurely sip, considering the options. Either Serafina was setting her cap at the Mother position early, or this was her play at cozying up. Or (and the more she saw of this witch, the more credence she was giving this line of thought) this was the Clarke girl’s own play.

She set the cup back down.

“Blood can have a mind of its own, and can be right finicky ‘bout what materials and spells it’ll bind to.” Left unsaid was how blood was used in particular types of spells, fueled by particular types of emotions. There was a young one every generation who gave blood spells a shot. There was a young one every generation who never made it past apprenticeship.

Interesting.

“Like healin’, masterin’ the spells requires you to first break them down and trace their components.” Her smile was a faint, distant thing; noncommittal. “But I’m sure you don’t need anyone to be tellin’ you that.”

Her hands had been trained out of fidgeting long ago, but her eyes still wandered, tracing the edge of green just on the other side of the glass.

“I may have some such amulets on hand. If you’re needin’ some for practice, that is.”

“I don’t have much experience when it comes to blood.” Vera said with a nod, moving to pick up her cup and taking another sip. “I’ve heard it could take years to master and well, I don’t have a skilled teacher nor the experience to take on a blood spell on my own. So we’ll see if I end up following through with my idea, might be smarter to stick to a safer spell.”

Giving the woman a small smile, she took a sip of her tea, giving pause. She could be as patience as the woman sitting before her. At least, she could pretend to be.

“I would appreciate that, ma’m.” She said with a nod, “Although I plan on making my own amulet for my test. It’s my favorite part of talismans and amulets, creating beautiful things that do so much more. Giving it the energy it needs while you’re creating it.”

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zadie-maclain‌:

“Yeah.”

She escaped. Cut her wrists out with the blunt edge of a discarded knife, forced her way out of the fog they always kept her in. Stumbled into the woods, and an ice-cold river, through the marsh and the bog. Never touched a main road. Only hoped – prayed – she was going the right direction. Zadie was slender, with fine bones, but her body had been replaced, no longer soft flesh and a fluttering heartbeat. She was steel and bone, sharp edges and dull finality. “I escaped.”

Captor let me go. That was laughable, and she did laugh, white teeth cutting in the dim light. “Returned you.”

The redhead was pretty. Prettier than Zadie. Prettier than most of the returning soldiers, and she wondered, for a moment, if that was by design. “Why?”

Vera frowned at the girl’s reactions, wondering if she truly knew how intimidating she is. She already felt horrible at the idea that she never faced the hardships that Zadie had.

“I’m glad you escaped. I worried about you.” Vera said in earnest, she had worried about the girl. What had come of her.

She paused for a moment, a question she hadn’t considered until this moment. “Why?” She asked herself, “I um, who knows. Maybe he grew fond of me over the years.” A understatement if she ever said one but it was for her own well being then Zadie’s. No one needed to know what exactly she’d been up to these past years.

“I’m just grateful we’re both here. Alive.”

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banavett‌:

Simple interactions caught Ban’s attention more than they used to. The way Vera called him a rebel and laughed softly. It sounded… lovely. The smile on his face grew and he lifted the mug to her in rebellion, taking another sip. “You’re not annoying.” It occurred to him that Vera might have thought she was annoying because of something he did, but it was so long ago… Before the war, Ban remembered her more like a kid than anything. With red hair that was always attention-grabbing.

“I’ve got a night shift coming up tomorrow, so this time the coffee’s on purpose,” Ban assured her with a shrug. “A potion?” he repeated, swiping a hand over the scruff of his jaw. “I dunno, do you have a suggestion? I’d never really thought about it.”

“Oh nightshift?” Vera asked, raising an eyebrow before smiling. “Makes sense. Are you planning on staying up all night then to get ready for tomorrow?” She asked, figuring he was just trying to get on the night schedule then.

“Well, if you need a potion to help you. I don’t mind.” She paused for a moment, “When I was captured during the war. My um, captor. He didn’t sleep very well. I usually made him a potion every night.”

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zadie-maclain

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“I’m surprised.”

The ground was colder, there, the first frost having crisped the fallen leaves. She walked along the path, a basket in her hand. Her boots were muddy, so were her black jeans. “I thought they killed most captives before the war ended.”

Snap. She broke off a tangle of holly berries, dropped them into the basket. Good for dye. Good for fever, too. The northern edge of the valley was sparse, but the paths there made for good foraging. She just hoped to get there before anyone else. Zadie glanced back at the redhead. They’d passed a few times, on the road. It was clear what they were. What they had been.

“How did you escape?”

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Vera had been sent out with a list of plants her grandmother had needed, a red cloak around her shoulders, her hood covering up her tell tale hair. She didn’t know why she was so surprised to see Zadie, there, alive. Despite the trouble the other girl usually found herself in

Her own captor had warned her of putting distance between herself and the healer but Vera rarely followed direct orders.

“My captor...” She trailed off, not ready to refer to him by name. “He um, returned me. Safe and sound. I didn’t need to escape... did you escape then?”

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