#witch verse

Times were changing for the Croatan tribe and not for the better. White men cam on the land and every new day felt darker than the last. The leader of Jaylah's clan, Chogan, had spoken to the leader of this group and was promised peace but it did not feel peaceful at all. They were slowly killing the forests and taking over pieces of land with no regard for the tribe. Jaylah hated it and felt it in her core with loss of her home.

She had been warned about going to close. Jaylah was a medicine woman in the tribe, with the ability to heal and draw memories from people. To the Croatan's she was a healer, a priestess of sorts but to the white man, she would be deemed a witch. They would kill her. Chogan spent enough time negotiating with these Europeans to know they did not believe in the power of nature but in what they called the one true god. They carried a book and read from it and saw nothing in nature that pleased them more. It was confusing to the young woman and she agreed that staying away was best for everyone.

The problem was the newcomers continually showed up in areas where Jaylah needed to gather herbs for her healing salves and for the sweat lodge. Today would be no different. The river was the only place to find what she needed to properly help Anoki but as Jaylah approached, she heard the sound of a woman singing. The song was low, almost as rhythmic as the water. Scared and curious, Jaylah tucked behind a small group of laurels, peering through the leaves to catch a glimpse of the songbird. Alone in the water, a woman with skin as white as milk looked as if she were bathing.

She was the most beautiful thing Jaylah could think she had ever seen. There was something about the way she moved, her voice and the serenity that came with the moment. Jaylah was so wrapped up in the moment she did not even realize her footing was amiss. Before she knew it, she'd slipped down the bank and made a rather loud splash in the water. Gasping for air she stood, feeling ashamed for having spied. "I am sorry, I was only looking for sourwood!"

Tattoos explained!

Her eyes roamed from right to left.

Sky was the first one, and the oldest. A Witch born in an area that was bone dry one second and then filled with snow the next, she was the biggest procrastinator Madame Clemir had ever met. She once put off her homework so much she ended up working for the merfolk just to get out of it and it took a week for anyone to notice.

Kes was the second one. A sarcastic Witch who had a thirst for knowledge and, as such, a knack for learning darker spells and an uncanny knowledge of Black Magick. She had once argued that Black Magick in and of itself wasn’t evil nor illegal. It depends on how you use it. Madame Clemir has never felt more irritated. She was right and couldn’t be punished for it.

The last of the three “Sisters” (because they were together so often they may as well have been) was Fae. It was hard to tell whether she or Kes was the shortest of the three but Fae was definitely the daydreamer. A Witch who conversed with Pixie’s and Flumpons (small rabbit like creatures that floated In the air), Fae tended to drift into her own world and would do anything to help her friends.

That included enchanting their garden into a forest that was always changing it seems.

“Whatever it is, I didn’t do it this time.” Kes piped up and Madame Clemir gave her an unamused look.

“Not directly no. However, the spell used to enchant our garden is one that only a teacher or you could have known.” Well. At least Kes had the decency to slip an inch into her chair this time. “Fae decided to create an enchanted forest, for whatever reason.”

Sky gave Fae an unimpressed look. “If you were going to do this you should’ve told me. I would’ve helped refine the spell with you.”

Madame Clemir sighed. “At least pretend you’re upset that she used this spell.”

“…The Pixie’s were feeling homesick,” Fae murmured, “I was only helping them out.”

“Personally,” Kes chimed in and Madame Clemir could only think Oh No before she continued, “I think what Fae did was amazing. Now we have proof the spell works and the Pixie might stop stealing everyone’s third ink pots.”

Sky nodded. “If we refine the spell, we might be able to stop the other students from getting lost.” And get out of class no doubt.

It was going to be one of those days Madame Clemir realized. She only hoped the aspirin would help her oncoming headache.

(so here’s a drabbleish thing for that Witch work I told you about. You can add onto this if you want? I wasn’t sure what type of Magick you and Sky would use so I went for a quirk instead lol)-Kes

The aspirin didn’t help.

She had hoped that when they told her they’d refine the spell Kes had known a counter to it that would at the very least reduce it’s size.

But no. 

It was just her luck that their approach to ‘refining’ a spell was experimenting on it first and that said experiments had resulted in the complete halt of classes in the corridors that surrounded the garden they’d managed to enchant due to the sudden appearance of vines everywhere. 

(Yes, everywhere, uptil now she’d been absolutely sure that vines did not, in fact, grow out of witches hats)

(Of course they didn’t. Elsewhere, inside the forest, Fae was high up on a tree laughing with the Pixie who’d helped her pull it off. She might have been a daydreamer, but when she wanted to, she managed to contribute to quite a lot of the mischief the other two caused on a regular basis)

The worst thing about the vines was that, try as they might the professors could not Vanish or Transmute them into something else and most of the students themselves were firmly against any harm coming to the plants their beloved seniors had helped grow.

As much as it didn’t make sense to Madame Clemir, the ‘Sisters’ had quite a following among the students of her school. 

Sky was the most popular. More than half the school was convinced that she was the best thing that had walked their halls since forever as she always had a kind word for everyone and was ready to help anyone who needed it. 

There were many students who had signed up for the tutoring she offered. Even she had been slightly worried about the sheer number as Sky had looked increasingly tired as the days passed. 

(But somehow, the number of students receiving tutoring had dropped drastically and Fae had looked very satisfied with herself for a week and she and Kes had all but forced Sky to miss a day of classes to sleep in.)

Kes was one of the people who the school adored and feared in equal measure. When she’d first started, everyone had been wary of her because of her fascination with Black Magick and avoided her as much as they could. 

Madame Clemir would never know exactly what happened, but one day she was sulking in a corner of the class and the next she was snarking at everyone within reach, tripping people up with small, previously malicious, spells alongside Sky and learning how to talk with the Pixie from Fae.

Now, she was one of the students who had incredibly great control of her powers and whom everyone in the school looked at with awe. Madame Clemir hoped that she never made plans to take over the world. With her powers and Sky and Fae ready to help her, she’d probably succeed.

Fae was the capstone to the Headmistress’s troubles. The girl was completely unpredictable. She would appear to be lost in the clouds one minute and the next she’d be in the middle of an intense debate with someone who’d made a (generally) stupid statement. As air-headed as she seemed to be, the school had quickly learned that she was a spitfire, who would snap at anybody and absolutely decimate anyone who hurt her friends. 

The younger students of the school especially loved her because she’d sometimes drop by their dorms with one of the Pixie or introduce them to the Centaurs.

She loved the three of them, honestly, she did, it was just days like today when she wanted to lock them up in the basement and throw away the key.

(Unfortunately, that wasn’t even a remote possibility as they’d probably manage to get the dwarves to bust them out or worse)

She sighed and went down to find a student who knew the three of them well enough to actually find and stop them from whatever they were doing inside their enchanted forest. But just as she reached the garden, the vines retracted and the forest seemed to shrink to a smaller size and the three of them emerged laughing with leaves in their hair and ran upto her.

“We told you we could do it Headmistress!”

“This is what proper application of Black and White Magick can do Professor, you’ll have to listen to me now!”

“Please don’t do anything to the forest! The Pixie are really happy with it and we could move it to a better location if you want us to!”

Madame Clemir just shook her head at them and they laughed once more before the rest of the professors accosted them, demanding to know which spells they’d used.

Kieran smiles fondly, fingers gently brush against the fresh bandage on Scott’s arm where the wolfsbane bullet was taken out by Kannen. He was truly glad that the alpha was spared of death once again, trouble always seeking him out in this town. He was extra gentle with looking after him as he healed slower than usual after that ambush in the woods.

The pup did not refuse how Scott easily picked him up and brings him back into the warmth of the house. Tomas was clearly tired, waiting for Kieran’s return from his ritual in the woods with his new found coven. The pup easily found Kannen, nursing a can of beer with a jumpy knee. The man opened his arms to let the youth cuddle with him on the couch, giving Scott a small smile.

“Pizza sounds great, we could use some supper. Off to bed right after that for you, Tomas,” Kannen said, brushing the pup’s hair back. 

"How dare you!” the witch fumed as Tomas was scooped off his chair, the teen both surprised and in relief being rescued by his alpha. “You cannot just barge into Tomas’ lesson like this, he’s at a crucial level of his craft! Alpha McCall!” the father complains, following the two from behind as he quickly disperses the last of magical energy in the room.