Hi! I'm Tempest, and I've set up this blog so that anyone who wants to can see what we've been up to, because I can feel that things are about to get interesting. Bonnie senses something on it's way too, like a storm, impassable, unstoppable, and it's about to cause a whole lot of trouble!
Bonnie's asleep, by the way, in an attempt to get rid of Jet lag. We've only just got back, and I'm going to tell you about early this morning.
So, about 4 hours ago, at 4:30am, I'm waiting at the airport, with my new belt, which has six little pocket/clip things, each of which has a little bottle in it. I say 'new', it's actually quite an old belt, but Minnie only gave it to me last week. She found it amongst a new box of antiques that arrived, but more about our friend later.
Bonnie comes out of the arrivals gate, spots me, and grins, we meet, we hug, I tell her she looks dreadful, she laughs and moans about time differences between America and London, it's good to have her around again, we head over to Baggage claim and start to catch up on events. 'How's your Dad?' I ask.
'Alright, I think he's finally starting to cope, maybe even enjoy our talents. You know how freaked he was when my endowment came in and Mum had to tell him everything, and how she'd been hiding HER endowment, hoping I wouldn't have one, and besides, an endowment like hers isn't just something you CAN explain. He's getting there though, he's been great with it all, and he's even starting to enjoy it.'
'That's good. How are you experiments going?'
'Well, the plastic figure I tried to give life too melted, but I managed to duplicate a cup of tea the other day. Dad said it was always useful to have an extra mug.' she smiled. 'How are the plants?'
'Strange. I still that sort of glowing pulse whenever I touch them, and research is slow, but I've managed to make a couple of concoctions. I feel a pulse on more things everyday. I guess they were right about me being able feel the magic in anything. That's why making all these things with plants works for me and not you. You use general, ancient magic, I wake the magic in objects up, while having less of my own, apparently.
We'd found her bags and I hauled them off, while she pulled a wad of paper from her rucksack. 'You just reminded me by saying research was slow.' she said, handing it to me. 'I thought the expert should have a go. Surprise!'
She handed me the papers and I realized it was a load of information on plants, and there supposed magical qualities. 'Wow, thanks!' I said, and explained that I'd only found three websites.
'Did the third have a game based on plants?'
'Maybe.....'
'That explains a lot. By slow, you mean: 'hard when you get bored of researching easily'. Speaking of waking magic up, can you have a look at that Wand Minnie sent me? It won't do anything I tell it to 'Ow!'
She stood up from bending over the smaller case, rubbing her right palm and saw my worried look. 'It's that damn dodgy zip on my case. It cut my hand again.' She showed my a red line of blood across her palm, and I searched through the bottles at my belt. 'Tryyyy........this one. Green Tea, Citron and Eucalyptus. Should seal it up and protect it while it heals properly.'
She took it a little warily, looking at the greeny yellow liquid. 'This better not be like that one you gave me when you visited for Christmas. Three days that took to wear off, remember. But, benefit of the doubt and all that.' She pulled out the stopper. 'Smells foul.' as she lifted it to her mouth I said 'No, you don't need to drink-' but with one swig the miniature bottle was empty, and she handed it back, rasping. 'Plaaaaaaaaah. Oh it IS foul. What sort of a welcome is that? Plah. Eucalyptus should NOT be drunk- Ah! That tingles!'
I looked up from the notes she given me, having just seen that cucumber might have helped, to see the blood clotting over and the cut shorten by at least a centimetre.
'Huh. You've improved. Thanks.' Bonnie stared at her hand, and then grabbed her case as we made for the car park, where Dad was waiting.
We were half way home before I remembered. 'What was that about your wand?'
'Oh yeah.' She pulled it out from the case between us, and handed me the thin, carved stick of Willow. I grabbed it, and felt a definite pulse of magic, stronger than anything else I'd tried, and had just got as far as saying 'Hmm, well, it's made of Willow, so I'm guessing it should be best at Protection, and it's definitely strong...' when the power inside it seemed to shoot out and blast my hand away from it, and I yelled as it flew out of my hand, landing in Bonnie's lap, while I stared at a bright red burn on my hand. 'Ow. Look, same hand as your cut. At least we match.' I pulled out a second small bottle of the healing solution and let a little trickle onto my hand, answering Bonnie's accusatory look with an 'I tried to tell you.' as the burn shrank and began to fade. She felt the wand, and looked at my hand. 'So it's definitely, er, active?'
'Oh yes. Strongest pulse I've ever felt. Whatever's wrong with it, it's not lack of magic.'
Bonnie's cut had almost healed as we entered Cambridge, and was gone completely by the time we got home. I showed to the room we'd made up for her, and promised to take her to Minnie's in the morning. She fell asleep straight away, but I couldn't. I made up some more Healing/clot solution, and came on here to do this. When Bonnie wakes up we're going to go see if Minnie has any idea what's wrong with the wand. Bye for now!
No comments:
Post a Comment