Alcingeria

Chapter Twenty One: Tabatha

Chapter Twenty One Tabatha:

Friday June 25th 1690

"It's nice to meet you, Tabatha," Erin smiled.

She did a quick introduction of names. Tabatha looked at Don after she was finished.

"Don, you're the one who saved my life. I won't forget that."

Don let out a small smile that was barely visible.

"It's nice to meet all of you," she turned to the rest of us. "Thanks so much for what you did. I passed out a little after the fire was started, but I saw what you did."

"We should get you back to the house," came Martha's motherly concern, "where we can get a nice hot meal into you."

"And some new clothes," added Stella.

"You pick now of all times to be worried about fashion?" Erin rolled her eyes. "You're really something."

"Oh, don't worry about my clothes." Scoffed Tabatha with a wave of her hand. "I'll fix that right now."

She held her staff out while resting it on the ground at arm's distance, much like she did when she healed herself.

"Seamstress!"

The familiar bright green light bathed her and I watched as her clothing, which was in terrible condition from the fire, knitted itself back together. After a few seconds, her outfit was in pristine condition.

We all looked at her in awe, unsure of what had just happened.

"Can you repair my clothes too?" Asked Don, staring at her like she was a bomb about to explode.

"Of course." She smiled kindly.

She held her staff up to him.

"Seamstress!"

The bright green light enveloped him and within seconds his clothing was restored to pristine condition. Tabatha took a deep breath.

"That's amazing!" Cried Stella.

"Thanks," the witch grinned, "now can we go to your house now? I'm starved and would love to take you up on the offer for a hot meal."

"Of course, dear." Martha said, walking over and guiding her by the arm. "It's just this way."

Don tossed Ceberus his trousers and he quickly put them back on. With that being said, we all walked back to the house. In a minute, we were all gathered at the front door and filing in one by one.

"I'll go and prepare some food for Tabatha," Martha dusted off her dress, "are you guys hungry?"

We quietly and unanimously declined the offer. There was a moment of silence. After a solid minute, Ceberus spoke.

"Everyone, please take a seat." He said, ushering us over to the table that we had all eaten dinner at earlier that night.

Tabatha went first towards the table and sat down. Everyone hesitated for a moment. I was willing to bet that they were all considering whether or not they wanted to sit next to a witch. While we did save her, we had no idea who she was or what she was capable of.

Tabatha looked at us, wondering why we weren't coming over.

"Come on. I'm a witch, not a hungry bear."

So as not to hurt her feelings, I went and sat beside her. I had a better look at her than I did in the field, and I could confirm that she certainly was beautiful. A grin spread across her face and she gave me a sideways glance.