A Little Magic for the Soul

With my pestle and mortar I grind the last of the sumbul , dried peach, and violets. Adding a little of my special blend of enchanted rose oil, the mixture is almost ready for the young Were.  She had been waiting anxiously as I made a mixture to hold off her changing for the next full moon. <Such a shame there is still so much prejudice towards the two-natured.  Poor young girl too afraid to tell her beau of her true nature > Pouring the mixture into the vile; I say a blessing to Artio, the goddess that watches over the two-natured.
  
As the young Were left the shoppe relieved to have her problems under control, I think about the haunting dreams that Aisa and I have been sharing.  Still no idea who this figure is, I can’t help but feel that he is angry at our presence here.  He never says a word but just stares from the shadows. <Is he trying to scare us away? Does he mean us harm and the wards are keeping him from doing just that?>    I go back into my spell room and pull the dusty box off the bookshelf.  Old letters,notes and trinkets that were left from the previous Fae owner is all I have to find out what this apparition may be.  Still not knowing where to begin < Is it a ghost? a fae? some sort of demon? *sighs* Everything tells me that there is nothing here.   There is no scent, he leaves no trace that anything was in my room, but he is too real to be just a figment of my imagination> Feeling a chill run down my spine, I put the box aside. Looking around the room I can’t help feel that I am being watched.  <I think Aisa and I are going to have to ask for help with this.>

Another day at True Enchantments

 

 

Writing out our tithe to the vampire queen of Louisiana, I sigh at yet another raise in Supe-owned business rates.  “What does she think will be accomplished by this?” I wondered.  “All the Supes going out of business?”

   Looking out over the shoppe, Aisa and I are quite lucky that we have a good business going here.  Using only the most minute of Fae magic in the regular potions, charms, candles, and other magick stock for the general population ensures that we don’t sell the rip off merchandise like some of the voodoo shops around here.  Oh there are true Voodoo shops around, but like us reserve their truly magical stock for a select few.  Can’t have the average human being able to put a hex on someone….with the violence in the human world, there would be no one left! Not to say that Supes are much better, but they are more …..economical with their use of magic.

Making the best of the Situation

 

 

 

With the Faery portals all closed, Aisa & I find ourselves in New Orleans.

   We take up residence at an old property of mine in the French Quarter and convert it to “True Enchantments”, a magick shoppe. For supes and select humans there are many magickal services available.

The history of the building is still wrapped up in some mystery.  I remember buying it from a very powerful Fae in the early 1900’s.  Back then it was a Supernatural Brothel that supes from all dimensions would visit. 

The enchantments surrounding the shoppe are strong thus protecting Aisa and me.  Though the magick goes much deeper, there are a few …unusual happenings in the shoppe….

A very strange feeling from one of the voodoo dolls from our stock…a strange man haunts our dreams …..When you open a door to one of the many rooms, you find that the room has changed completely taking you to a different time and place.

      

But we are not alone, we are lucky that our dear friend Darius was able to find us.  He is a Fae trapped in the body of an owl.  We know that he is there to protect us, but he will not tell us any more.