Sam was in the form of a robin, sitting in a tree watching DA Lynton Garrison and his family, for the second consecutive night. Sam’s own family history was a twisted bone garden of deceit, manipulation and betrayal. It was no wonder he held what he and Sookie had together so dear; he would die…
The rain pounded the dirt roads, thunder resonating through the castle grounds. It was, to say the least, the most inconvenient of days to give birth. Still, there the tiny queen lay, pale in her overlarge bed. Beside her was her lady in waiting, holding the frail lady’s hand for comfort. The…
Card: 3 of Swords
Words: 459 words
Characters: @menagrazie @cyrusmccall
Meanings: Absence, grief, separation, disconnection, break, rejection, elimination, upheaval, interruption, clearing the way for something better, cleansing.
Taking a deep breath, Mena clicked “Purchase”. The iPad didn’t whirr like her laptop had but nonetheless she imagined the tiny circuitry inside hurrying and scurrying to buy her a ticket to Ireland. It was a spur of the moment trip and it was costing a small fortune but she needed a break from Bon Temps. Too many things had gone sideways latelyfor Mena to want to stick around. She should move on, but she wasnt quite ready for that, either.
If she couldn’t go home and didn’t want to stick around here, hunting was the next best thing. Besides, stopping a witch who could and would wind a loup garou curse was a public service, not to mention a private pleasure. That didn’t make the cost any less daunting, however.
Mena had no idea if the gypsy witch was still in Ireland. That was where she had been when she cursed @CyrusMcCall and that was where her daughter had been murdered. Given that the little girl had probably been buried there, too, Mena figured there was a good chance she was still on Irish soil. Mena just had to find her.
She didn’t have much to go on. Cyrus had never given her the gypsy’s name. He had, however, spilled his blood while cursed. That was enough for Mena. Not only had she been able to identify him, she had been able to isolate the signature of the other witch. Now, all she had to do was find it again.
Part of Mena recognized that this wasn’t her problem. She ought to leave it alone. She wasn’t part of the gypsy’s Coven or even her tradition, so punishing her was a politically risky business. Cyrus was barely more than a stranger so she couldn’t claim friendship or affection as an excuse. Mena just wanted to deliver a set down because the witch had pissed her off. And the loup garou curse was one of those ancient curses that everyone would be better off forgetting it ever existed. Mena was going to do her part to see that it was.
Mena jumped when the message confirming she had purchased a business class seat to Dublin popped up. The knowledge that she was really going to do this, was really going hunting for another witch, and would try to hurt her should have weighed more heavily on her. Instead, she was excited by the prospect of a true hunt against a clever and worthy prey. Without a second thought, Mena flipped the cover overhear iPad sending it to sleep then headed to her own bed to follow suit. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, she had a lot to do if she was leaving for Ireland on Tuesday.