Realm of Galderia

chapter 24

Gwen looked at Trinity, who was just happy to have met a nice person her own age. She walked along with Gwen, out of curiosity she looked at Gwen.

"So what do you want to go do?"

"I thought we could go shopping or perhaps the tavern?"

"I don't think were old enough.

"Yes we are. How old do you think we have to be? "Gwen asked wanting to know why she would ask such a thing.

"Twenty-one like everywhere else."

Gwen couldn't help herself she just started to laugh. She had never heard anything so funny in her life.

"It's sixteen here, so you are safe." Gwen gave her a wink and the two went into the pub to have a little fun. Trinity beamed, she couldn't believe it. She didn't drink, but she had snuck an occasional wine cooler before. This was going to be so much fun, Trinity thought.

She looked around the old tavern made of wood, the smell of stale beer, wooden structures and old men filled the air. She had never seen something like this, it reminded her of something out of an old Irish or welsh fable. She admired it, from the long bar at the door, to the few rows of tables and booths, all constructed of wood. She looked around to see the place wasn't packed full of drinkers, but there were quite a few people drinking some kind of lager in these antique style pint mugs. It was definitely something she would remember for years to come. She couldn't wait to get this going, to have a little fun. She followed Gwen to the bar, occupying the stool next to her new friend. Gwen ordered them each a pint, using the coins her mother gave for them to use.

"Trinity welcome to Galderia, now drink up." Gwen toasted her new friend, who didn't argue with her in the least. 

It was great, with Emily off on the honey-moon Gwen could use a girl night. She missed it, and this person seemed to be of truth, as she could sense pure vibes of the light from her. She also thought for some strange reason they would get along well. The two of them sipped down the lager, after a couple of pints it began to loosen their lips, Galleria's own truth serum, lager.

"So Trinity what does the woman teach you? "Gwen asked, waiting for her friend to finish the pint.

"I am a chosen one."

"So you are a practitioner of witchcraft, in your first year?"

"How did you know that? Are you a psychic?"

"I practice the craft as well; Maggie is my teacher's name."

"That's messed up, I met her! She is Canella's Great Aunt."

Gwen nearly spat out her sip of lager. She noticed they were both in need of a fresh one.

"We got to talk more; I'm going to get us another pint first."

Gwen flagged down the barkeep post haste, hoping to get her attention before it got too crowded. The bartender grabbed the empty pints. Gwen handed the girl a hand full of coins.

"Keep them coming please. "The bartender nodded, Trinity started to giggle a little before accepting the next drink. She glanced over at Gwen glad to have made friends with someone like her, a person she could talk to about conjuring and rituals, potions and visions. It was a nice thought, for now. Gwen was happy to have Trinity to talk to, she adored her best friend Emily, and however she couldn't tell Emily about the wand she received or spell book ideas.

She began explaining the dark section of the endless forest, of the dark wench Veronica. She was crude, self-absorbed and most likely had a heart as black as a raven's wing. Trinity was all ears, she had never had such an adventure in all her life, and she doubted she ever would again. She vowed to help protect her new friend, if the need would happen to surface.