At First Sight

Three

"How far is Emily's house from here?" I asked as I absentmindedly tied knots in the string of my ripped blue jeans

"About thirty minutes from here, not bad with the rooming pick sweetie!" Mom said as she rolled down the window and stuck her hand out.

My window was already down cause even at 6a.m. it was hot as hell and I wasn't sitting in the wagon in this heat without the window down.

But my mom doesn't feel heat like a normal person, she doesn't sweat most times while I'll be drenched in sweat next to her.

"Trust your instincts right." I said absentmindedly.

That's something my mom always said, but she said it a lot more when I was younger and just learning the craft.

Her airy laugh came beside me, followed by a quick 'that's right' and more laughter.

I laughed too, I couldn't help myself. It was infectious.

I wanted to soak in this moment, being light hearted before the work started.

The half hour trip was too quick and we pulled down a dirt drive surrounded by woods thicker than I thought possible out here.

There was a beautiful three story log cabin before us, with a stone driveway and three car garage. It was massive, one of the biggest houses I've seen and I've been to a lot of places.

There was an older lady standing outside, who must've been Emily. She was short with chin length mousy brown hair and the brightest green eyes I've ever seen, she was really pretty in a natural way and she was bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet.

Once my mom opened the wagon door Emily bursted into a sprint before wrapping herself around my mom, they both squealed. It was cute to see my mom act so young, I smiled and grabbed my duffle and string bag before walking to them.

The squeals of delight caught more than my attention cause there was a large man now walking toward us, probably her husband Mark. He was maybe six feet tall with dark chocolate brown hair and deep green eyes, if Emily's eyes were peridot then her husband's were emerald.

More surprising though was the young girls in the doorway, one looked like a mini version of Emily but with Mark's dark hair. The other girl was the same skin tone as Emily more of a neutral to her husband's dark tanned skin; but had fiery orange hair and bright blue eyes. Who could that be?

"You must be Vivian!" I heard a light voice beside me.

I turned toward a smiling Emily with her arms stretched out. I accepted the hug readily.

"Yup, that's me. You must be Emily, moms been talking about you a lot." I said with a smile.

"All good things I hope," Emily said with a laugh, "Your mom and I used to hangout all the time as kids, and when she took over the coven from her mother I helped her as an assistant for many years!"

"Woah, so you guys have known each other for longer than I thought! Didn't mom take over the coven before she had me?" I spoke with Emily as my mom hugged presumably Mark, and they started talking.

"Yea she was only 19, just about your age I reckon. She was so so nervous but I knew she could do it, and look at her now!" Emily said excitedly.

"This is my husband Mark, and those two at the door are our girls. The younger me is Analise and the redhead is Carnelia, we have a son Ashton but he's already at the Academy. He has a dorm there this year, he just turned 18!" Emily said as she introduced me to her husband and we shook hands.

"Maggie she's just as beautiful as you, looks just like Ray though. Wow." Mark said with a smile and misty eyes before opening his arms and hugging me.