Post by emilyparker on Dec 22, 2010 4:16:32 GMT -5
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I had been told about this place, most herb shops were a scam, all wanna be wiccans with no power at all, hippies that believed in "the power of mother nature", people that are stuck in 1960's for God knows what reason, I felt true power as soon as I walked in, I don't feel power, it's not my "power" to identify other's abilities but this...this was a very different place, whoever run this place was indeed a true wiccan, not to mention about the hunter's sigil lit on the front, the owner definitevily knew about wiccan and the creatures of the night lurking around.
A doorbell rung announcing my income, nobody was there, not at least as the eye could see, no costumers either, maybe I just walked in on a slow day, sighed deep and looked around, at anything that would tell me a sing indicating a hall to buy the herbs I needed to use it in order to protect myself, I needed to cast that spirit back to wherever it came from, those things often have the power of telekinesis and I couldn't afford to get hurt, Amaranth was indeed what I needed.
But I couldn't find it in the shelves and I looked through every single one of them twice just to make sure I didn't miss them, I came near the counter and rang a little bell, a young woman around my age came out and I detected her power as the true power I felt when I came in, smiled instantly and stretched a hand, for her to feel my power (If she could)
"Bless it be sister"
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