A light knock results in Luna nearly tumbling down the stairs. Luna swings the door open to a very cold Eliza. She pulls her into a hug ushering her inside. She instructs Eliza to hang her coat on the rack next to the door. She does just that before following her giddy friend to her room at the back of the house. When they enter Eliza takes a moment to admire its beauty. Luna's room is covered in fairy lights and fake vines. She's got plants on her window seal and on the dressers. She clearly has a green thumb, in order to have indoor plants looking so healthy. She has posters of fleetwood mac and a collection of records. Her bedspread is stunning, white with vines. She has a cute little seating arrangement, with a fluffy chair and a bean bag chair on a fluffy rug.
Eliza drops onto the bean bag chair, as Luna puts a fleetwood mac record on. She turns the volume low to keep it as light background noise. Taking a seat in the chair across from Eliza she offers her a water bottle she pulled out of her mini fridge. She takes it gratefully.
"So Eli, how are you feeling today?" Luna says, before taking a sip of her water.
"I'm good, I feel less dread. I'm assuming that's where all the dread came from, because I feel lighter now." She says, leaning into the bean bag chair. Luna smiles.
"I'm so glad. I'm really happy we could help."
"Hey I actually was wondering if you could help me out with something else?" Eliza says sitting up. Luna gives her full attention nodding.
"So, you know how we were talking about how I may be adopted?"
"You want to look for your birth parents?" Luna asks, leaning forward.
"No, no that's okay. I agree with what you said about them choosing to love me. I know it isn't necessarily perfect at mom but I don't question my mom's love. It's just I don't have family to show me the ropes," She says lifting her hands, "So... I was wondering if maybe you could teach me about our history." Luna's face gets consumed by the biggest grin on the planet.
"Of course! I'd love too! This is so exciting!" She giggles, clapping her hands. Her childish behavior makes Eliza laugh. Luna jumps up rushing to her bookshelf that goes from the floor to the roof. Running back over with a couple books in her hands, she sits down passing them to Eliza. "This is my family grimoire. It's a book with everything you need to know about your witch type." She says handing her a very old book. The cover says 'Herin Family Grimoire: Spells Witches'.
"This looks similar to the book Harris took last night." Eliza points out.
"It probably was her grimoire. Every witch family has one that gets passed down. It just shows up for the next witch when she needs it. Your's should pop up some time soon. Now that you're active. This book will help you navigate your powers and everything you need to know about the kind of witch you are." Luna explains. Eliza nods along beginning to wonder what kind of witch she is. "We should start with basic witch history. The different kinds of witches are; Potion witches, Spell witches, Clairvoyant witches, Telepathy witches, and then there is Blood witches. It's all pretty self explanatory, The name of the witch is the skill they hold. Rowan is a Telepathy witch, I'm Spells and Mary is a Potion witch. Principal Harris is actually a Clairvoyant witch." Luna rambles, whilst Eliza holds on to every word.
"Do you know any blood witches?" Eliza questions.
"No, But, do you remember the coven we spoke about last night? The salem seven?" Eliza nods, "They were a coven made up entirely of blood witches. They were the last know blood witches." Eliza looks slightly shocked. "It's kind of a good thing though, because they are the most dangerous kinds of witches." Luna says, looking down at her book.
"Why dangerous?" Luna looks up realizing she really knows nothing.
"They have all abilities. Every power and more. They are dangerous because they are nearly unstoppable. If a blood witch ever appeared... they'd probably get shunned or locked away like Ardelia." Luna says.
"Ardelia. I remember you telling me about her. She's the one that killed Mary's mom's coven right?" Luna nods silently. "And her own right?" Luna nods again.
"She is the main reason people don't trust blood witches. She has proven them to be too powerful for their own good. There is a rumor in the witch community that she was the siren." Luna says hugging her book now.
"What is the siren?" Eliza asks confused. Luna laughs.
"Do you not pay attention in class either?" she giggles scooting forward. "A woman in the 1800's would go to taverns and luer men out promising things. Once they got to an alley, she'd kill them."
"How do they even connect that to her?" Eliza questions, having never been one for conspiracies.
"The bodies would have a symbol burned in their chest. It looks a lot like the symbol of a blood witch, but modified. They say she modified it to be her personal mark." Eliza thought about this for a minute.
"Okay I guess. Alright new question." Luna nods, "How do I find out what kind of witch I am?" Eliza asks resting her elbows on her knees.
"Well I think it's safe to say you are telepathy. Based on your performance for me at the park with the pen." They giggle.
"So I'm like Rowan then?" Luna nods, smiling. "I wonder when I will get my book."
"Well for now you could take these two, they have lots of history about witchcraft and witches. These are reliable sources, written by witches." She says handing her two books.
"Thanks Luna, I really appreciate you taking the time out to help me. I should get going though." They hug tightly and Luna walks her out.
On the walk home Eliza slows down when she hears her name. She opens the book looking for a page about voices in the wind. A page titled 'Hearing Voices' catches her attention. She starts reading realizing it's exactly what she was looking for. 'That isn't a very clever title' she thinks to herself.
The article explains that hearing voices is most common your ancestors attempting to guide you. She shuts the book and attempts to listen.
She makes out only one word. 'Cabin.'
Sure they are referring to the cabin she has now been to twice, three times, if you include the dream. She alters her course, heading for the cabin.
