When Iann asked her to run an errand Sara was expecting to pick up some food or maybe a prescription. The last thing on her mind was moonshine. Well-- sorta moonshine, some magic moonshine that Iann sold to witches in the like. Sara didn’t try to understand it, but needless to say it brought back memories. Especially this dump. The address Iann gave her lead to a dock off from everything else in town where the waves hit rocks on the side of short cliff and there was no beach in sight. At least nothing Sara would call a beach. The dock moaned with every step she took and while there weren’t many places to hide on the planks she wouldn’t be surprised if someone tried to mug her.

Then again, it was their funeral. Sara had been to plenty of shady spots back when she was with the pack. Mugging was the least of her problems there, the cops weren’t much of worry either. The big bads were her clients: teeth, magic, and all. Most people she’d rather forget, but there were a couple good guys. 

One in particular who oddly enough made moonshine and sold it to all types. He was a decent guy. A bit of a hick but he took that title with a smile and a chuckle and Sara admired that. Unfortunately as things heated up with the pack they changed circles. There were dangerous supernaturals and down right crazy supernaturals. He got the lesser of evils while her pack worked for anyone with enough cash. They’d sell their own kin for enough cash.

Sara shook off the memories. She needed to get the magic moonshine and then she could leave. Hell, she could probably tell Mel this place gave her the creeps and never have to come back here again. Though that would really matter on who the hell was selling this stuff. Run down docks and hazy shores aside she couldn’t handle dealing with anymore underground creeps. A part of her was socked Iann did business with them, even if it was relatively harmless. “Hello!” she called out into the ocean. She cupped a hand around her mouth, “Hey-- pick up for Mal Ojo!”

ephrampettaline

Today was the day that they were painting one of the many spare bedrooms in Thema’s house. Teal paint cans were all over the plastic covered floor, Thema’s hair was in a high bun, her body clothed in a peach tank top and athletic shorts. “Should we do an accent wall? I think we should do an accent wall. Have the whole room teal except for that one.” She pointed to the far end. “Babe, are you looking? That wall, right there. I’m thinking a pale yellow for that one.”

It was nice to finally wear a teeshirt while out instead of a ten pound coat. Lemon seemed to like the warm weather as well. Her tongue hanged out the side of her mouth as she trotted alongside Sara. Training her to behave off leash wasn’t nearly as difficult as Sara thought. She tried to tell herself Lemon was just a good dog and that she had a knack for teaching, but in the back of her head she wondered if it had anything to do with her wolf side. She tried not to think about it.

At the dog park Lemon bolted off to go play with the other dogs. As she should. Sara had considered getting another dog so Lemon didn’t have to wait once a week to go out and play but she doubted Christopher would be for it. He didn’t seem to have a problem with Lemon, but the notion of keeping a dog as a companion definitely confused him. Even if Lemon had proved time and time again she was far from a work dog. Sara would put money down that if burglars came into her apartment Lemond would run through their legs for a bit, then watch them frustratedly try to find things of value from the couch. 

Which reminded her, she needed to train Lemon to stay off the furniture. Sara had accepted it, Christopher probably wouldn’t. A little pip broke her train of thought. A small black and brown dog looked up at her with big eyes. “Hey there you,” she leaned down and pet the top of the dogs head. Lemon came rushing back, jumping on her front legs with her tail wagging in the air. She looked at the other dog excitedly. Sara realized she’d seen this scene before... not just with Lemon and any dog but with Lemon and this dog. 

She sat on a bench, defeated, her feet too tired to walk any longer. She’d been fearing to stay still, to think too much. Lyra held onto her necklace tightly, feeling lost. She felt terrified like a child that had suddenly lost sight of her mom. When heat burned her fingers, she retracted her hand from the necklace, wondering why it had done that. Maybe it had to do with the fact that she was a witch without magic or was she a mere human now?

Thinking of possible places to go was difficult. Word spread like wildfire in the coven and she was sure none of the families that were part of it would take her in. Maybe she could resort to other witches, ones that quite weren’t part of her coven. That’s when the idea of going to Ephram’s aid came to mind. She remembered the addresses he’d given to her, maybe if she could get ahold of him, she could explain. She wasted no time on walking towards one of the many addresses he’d given to her and she just hoped with all her being that he happened to be there. 

Sara: Ephram.

Sara: Ephram I think I made a mistake, an adorable one but a mistake. 

At first Sara had been excited to get away from home for a summer and actually have some control over her life. Of course that meant working cheep wages at a Summer Camp that really belonged in a Friday the 13th movie. Had about as much sin as well. Her father thought nothing bad could come out of a Christian summer camp but hell was he wrong. There were more sex and drugs than in her high school. Sara didn’t care for much if it, except the drinking. Chasing bratty kids around all day got tiring after the first week. The first week in a two month program.

Solace had been found in Ephram, who had snuck enough booze in for an entire army regiment. He didn’t share much, but seemed more charitable with Sara. Probably because he liked the expressions she made when she tried a new liquor. She swore each flask was more bitter than the next but it was hard to deny their nightly game of Russian roulette was fun. They even took turns holding each other’s hair in the bathroom when things got too far (something Sara teased him about to no end).