Complications Between Mythical Creatures

“Good morning,” the petite woman behind the counter greeted Abby and I with a warm smile. The small bell above the door rang again as it closed shut. “Good morning,” we replied before splitting to take a look around the small store. Baskets of dried herbs lined the largest wall to the left, while small displays, tables, and shelves were spread throughout the rest of the store.

My feet carried me across the hardwood floor slowly as I scanned through the baskets of herbs. There are little plaques in front of each basket. The name of each herb is hand written in beautiful cursive, followed by the uses of the dried plant. I look from one end of the wall to the other, “There are so many here...”

“Need any help?” the small woman peered around my shoulder, her smile bright. I turned to her and smiled, a little embarrassed, “Uhm.. yes, please?” I reach into the purse hanging off of my right shoulder and pull out the small leather book. “My name is Scarlet and my mother, Whitney Loralay, wanted me to come by and pick up a few things?”

I watch as my mother's name registers on this woman's face. She looks down at the book then back at me. “Is everything okay with her? Is she alright?” Unsure of what to say or how much this woman knew, I just smiled and said, “Yes, she's okay. She just wanted me to pick up some herbs...” She takes this in for a second, deciding whether or not to believe me. Judging by the look in her eyes I can see that she knows something... but instead of saying anything, she looks at the book one last time and her face stretches into another smile and her eyes shine a bit. “Right, of course. And what does she need?” I quickly flipped through the book until I found the page with the potion, “Alright, let's take a look see...” her small hands shakily took the book from mine. She places a pair of glasses that are hanging on a dainty chain around her neck on the bridge of her nose and takes a good look at the page.

“I thought you said that she was alright?” she peers at me a bit upset. I look at her in a bit of shock, “Uhmm... she is..”

“Sweetheart, this is a healing potion. I know a potion recipe when I see one..” the old woman's finger points at me. “Well... Uhmm...” I can feel my face getting red. I look up and find Abby. She looks back at me, not sure what to do either. “Well...?” I look back down at this old woman, completely lost on what to say... “She's okay.... just sick in bed...” I stumble. The right corner of her mouth pulls back and I can tell she doesn't like what I just said. She turns and looks over at Abby then back at me.

“Do you girls know who I am?” she leans all her weight on one foot, places on hand on her hip and points at us with the book. Abby and I glance at each other then shake our heads no. The old woman shakes her head at the floor, “I'm hurt... I can't believe you don't know who I am...” she turns and begins to make her way to behind the counter. Abby and I follow her.

“I'm sorry....?” we glance at each other at we reach the counter. “I'm Lacie,” she looks at us. “Lacie ?!?” we look at her wide eyed, “You were our mother's potions master ??” Abby and I say in unison. Seeing the look on her face we could tell that what we just said was music to her ears. “Why yes, I was,” Lacie touches the back of her left hand to her forehead as if posing for a camera. “And still am,” she winks, her smile bigger than ever.

Abby's mom and mine have been friends for years, since high school I think. It's tradition for a witch's mother or father to teach them the basics and “fundamentals” of witchcraft. But since our mother's wanted to know more about potions, Abby's mom tracked down a Potions Master so that they could learn more.

A Potions Master is a witch who has dedicated their life and magic to potions. They can still cast spells and whatnot, but their strongest attribute is potion brewing. We were told about Lacie and what our moms learned from her. If I remember correctly, Lacie's also a Healer. This type of witch is born with no “active” or harmful powers. They are only given “reparative” or healing powers. Sometimes these reparative powers are only autoreparative, meaning that their powers can only work on themselves, while others are only allowed to be used for others and not for themselves.

Lacie is a reparative Healer, she can't use her power on herself. She is only able to use it on other people. If I can remember correctly... she is able to mend wounds. By wounds I mean like cuts, punctures, gashes, and even severed body parts. But she cant heal diseases, infections, burns, sicknesses, etc. For some reason I can't remember the exact name of the power, but all I know is that she's only able to kind of put a persons skin “back together” in a way...