Mythfits

19- Ella

"Here's one." Christine pushes one of the papers across the table to me, an excited gleam in her eye. It was scary, how enthusiastic she was about this, but  some people get excited over music or sports, so I suppose really liking spells wasn't too far off. 

I glance over the sheet, which was a photocopied piece of notebook paper with jagged handwriting scrawled across the page. The title, or what I supposed was the title, read something along the lines of, To Ameliorate The Soundness Of The Aura Of A Kindred. 

"What am I supposed to be looking at?" I grumble, wishing that whoever had written these had used less overly flowery language and just cut to the point. 

Christine paused rearranging the papers to stare at me, "It's a healing spell for the Kindred."  she said, like duh.

I huff in annoyance, tilting my head, "Which is what again?" 

"All the different Kinds, lumped into a generic category. The singular term, like I am a Kindred, but Sirens are a Kind." She replies

"But it doesn't mention healing, just something about an aura." I remark, confused, "How would that help?"

Christine takes a deep breath, undoubtedly about to begin an hour long explanation of the tiny nuances of  magical theory, if that was even a thing. I glance at Christine, and amend my assessment- it probably was.

"Pause right there." I say, holding up my hand in a stop gesture, "use simple terms for the benefit of those who didn't grow up studying spells and fancy mumbo jumbo."

"Fine." She rolls her eyes, "It means that it will strengthen the aura- the soul's energy- of a Kindred, which will heal the body."

"But Abby's not a Kindred." I point out

"True." Christine taps her chin, "But your family lineage was mainly kitsunes until relatively recently, so I think it will work."

"You think?" I raise an eyebrow, "This is my sister's life we are talking about here."

"I know, I know!" Running a hand through her hair, Christine's eyes flit over the page, scrutinizing every detail, "But you don't have many other options, and I can get it tested beforehand to assess the risk."

Seeing her point, I slump in my chair. An uneasy feeling gnaws in the pit of my stomach but I push it away, determined to do whatever it takes to make a cure. "Fine, but how are we supposed to make this if I don't even know what this says?" I complain, shoving the paper back across the table to Christine, who frowns in confusion.

"It's in english- what's your problem?" She asks, making me supress the urge to roll my eyes,

"Yeah," I respond dryly, "But it still doesn't make sense; I don't speak the same magic limbo speak that you do."

"Fine, " Christine sighs, "I'll deal with the 'magic limbo speak' and you deal with getting the ingredients. Deal?"

 "Deal." I reply, relieved that I wouldn't have to figure out how to follow instructions (Which I wasn't very good at to start out with) that had me, and I quote, 'simmer 5 grams of diamond shavings, 4 oz holy water and three powdered basilisk scales '. for half an hour before adding a bunch of other stuff. So I get to figure out where to find a diamond, a basilisk and holy water within the next few days, in Tiny-town South Dakota. Totally doable.