Flower Moon (Luna Series)

Chapter 5 Sunflowers

 Chapter 5 "Sunflowers"

This afternoon I will be visiting the priestess. I had been relieved from paranormal investigation for this semester in college since clairaudience is always a must in most cases. It has always been a passion. I must let go of one to get my biggest dream of being a singer. The coven understood there will be always in time in my life for me to continue using my gift during an investigation. They understood that following my heart was important.

Mrs. MacGregor was always gardening in her yard full of kind of herbs known to man that could actually live in this climate. She believes in wildcrafting a lot of her magic but her powers were adored by the entire coven. Most Native American belief is in America. We were fortunate to have her expertise here with us. Joan felt that wildcrafting your own magic give you better powers when you create it with your own hands. Many sneaky witches trick others that they are helping them but in the meanwhile watching they fall to pieces. You could always get a potion number nine. It has the workmanship of another person blessing. It doesn't mean it will work effectively. In fact that it would actually work at all. Many people are into selling anything but it doesn't mean it actually has magik and not what simple world consider magic.

"Welcome sister," she smiled as she gave me a big hug tackling me with her gardening gloves.

"I am here as a promise," I remarked as I help her to lift a big flower pot.

"Mr. MacGregor keeps having dreams about you and me decided to invited you privately in for tea or lemonade," she remarked as she opens up the door to MacGregor two-story brick house.

It was beautiful as normal with the huge chandelier with more than a dozen of candles swinging from the ceiling and cherry wood furniture that surround the living room. Joan had every witch romantic fantasy of having the perfect man.

"I feel like the poet Chaucer trying to come up with a spell to help answer the dream but nothing," she said walking into her kitchen bring out the kettle of tea and a pitcher of lemonade.

"Joan, what is the dream?" I remarked as I sat on her loveseat while she pours her a cup of tea and a glass of lemonade for me.

My priestess sat down in her chair that match her loveseat and took a slow sip of tea. She taps on her cup for a few seconds thinking. What could she be thinking? It was only a dream. I forgot once more I was dealing with the coven who believe that dreams are the windows of our souls. We are capable to talk to the dead, have precognition on things, and learn about our everyday life. Some witches claim to be able to astral project from their bodies during dreams which I myself is planning to do. The thoughts ran through my mind to give great grandmother old book of the shadow a try.

"He is seeing a wolf coming into your life which could mean only a few things," she remarked as she set the cup down on the side table that sat near her.

I sat and I waited for her answer staring at her dye blonde hair and Native American tan waiting for an answer. Joan pulled her long hair that reaches her buttock into a ball on her head.

"In Native American, it is a symbol of a pathfinder, a teacher with great wisdom and that you are," she smiled gently. "But it can also mean in MacGregor European belief that a lone male can aggressively be pursuing you."

I laughed as I thought of Jave. He was the first male I thought of when she mentioned about dreams. Jave was actually both of those meaning. A possible teacher and who knows. I slightly pick up my glass of lemonade to drown my chuckled. Clumsy I felt the glass fall right out my hand. I was lucky it was empty from my last sip.

"What is so funny?" Joan asked as she crosses her red olive skin tone legs with a serious look.

"I feel like a fable or some little Red Riding Hood," I replied as I pick up the glass that fallen off the floor. I reached for another glass and pour more of the drink. I took another drink of lemonade.

"A lot of male warlocks can change themselves into wolves like the priest," she said playing with her talisman around her neck.

"The only male we both know is your husband," I caution her of the words she spoke.

I knew that MacGregor would never want me in any way but as a sister in the coven. He took me in as his own daughter to teach me the ways of the Wiccans and help my mother to grow my voodoo heritage. My first thoughts were Jave. The chance to have the boy of my dreams to be a mad man like the bad wolf in some fairytale was too much for me to believe or accept. I longed for companionship no matter what the cost of my choices might be. I am one of the strongest witches in this coven. I can handle a simple man who only knows about books. A few biceps are not going to be that hard to deal with since I defend myself very well with my own powers.

I consider myself the third person in the human world since only witches carry such powers as humans. Only witches who breathe air, whose heartbeats, and have the same needs as a human but chosen to be capable of owing their powers. Jave is a normal human. Although my mother warns me of the monsters, I never saw one but a witch in disguise pretending to be one. MacGregor is the only male who has the power in the coven to change himself into a creature. He is the only shift shaper due to his great magic. In fact, he liked keeping it that way without any other male competition. A male thing I guess.

"I doubt if it is Mr. MacGregor for how much at one time he loved your mother but I treated you fair because it was not your choice," Joan replied to me to set me in my place.

She was right. I never could ever see her husband who I called father for years as a lover. I dream millions of times being my mother and Mr. MacGregor was my knight coming to rescue me. The only prince in this galaxy who could free me from me. That when Disney tales are seen real. I hope one day that some man would love me the same. I know he only treated me like a father does his own child. Joan accepted me nicely into the coven. She had no choice or she would lose the one man that every witch in the coven wishes to have.

"I will not hold you any longer." Joan retort at the few remarks we shared.

I sat the glass lemonade down on the table. I walked over to her regards to her feeling. I gave our priestess a hug and a soft kiss on her cheek.

"I will see you later and thanks both of you all for the advice," I whispered in her ear.