Chapter Two: The Geust

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What is there more kindly than the feeling between host and guest?

-Aeschylus

Ira Scarlet stepped out of the black Mercedes Benz gracefully. With full of confident and style, the young woman seem as if she is a model that was out of a Vogue magazine. Peering through her Chanel glass, her eyebrows cocked slightly as she saw the small little flower shop before her.

Everlasting Boutique it said, how comical she thought to herself. Yet in a way it did live up to it name.

So this was where she had been for the last twenty years, Ira thought bitterly. Abandoning her own people and duties to open a flower shop. It was clever of her to do so though. The flowers hide her scent perfectly, no wonder they all have a hard time to find her.

What more that she had chosen this very island. Off of New Jersey, Little Coast was a town that wasn't too crowded nor was it too populous. It main resource was also fishing and helping trade with transition between the mainland. Who would have thought that she would come here of all the places. It was too close to home, in much of Ira memory. And no matter how many time she thought about it, that girl had always hated the place. Many would imagine that she would be gone off to a distant country or somewhere much more stranded. Yet she didn't, she had chosen the place that many had not been expected.

The fair woman smile slightly as her driver open the door.

Time to put on the show Ira thought smartly as she made her way through the entrance.

Leaving behind the cold, misty air. She entered into a bliss of warm summery and springy breeze within the small boutique. Without realizing much she is caught by surprise as she found herself, completely surrounded by the vast amount of seasonal flower. One would be surprised find to such vibrant and beautiful little things in such weather.

If Ira didn't know any better she would certainly given a complement to these pleasing eye candies. However, she would never admit it especially since it was that girl who own the place instead. There was no way that Ira would given her such kind words.

"Kwaaa! Kwaaa! The red head is here! Gwaa! Gwa! Go away, you're not welcome! Not welcome!" ,Said a croaky, squeaky voice above the ceiling. It was her little pet, an annoying little parrot, and just like it owner it was just as rude.

"Well hello to you too Perry" ,Scarlet response calmly at the little animal. " By the way you responded to me earlier, she is still in the shop right?"

"Kwaa! Kwaa! Go away red head! Go away you are not welcome!" The parrot spat at her. Flicking her finger, a spark like fire popped under the parrot water bowl, making it fallen to the ground. Ira just couldn't help it, the rude little thing was annoying her. It ugly squeaky voice didn't help much either. The Scarlet witch smile as the flinched at her, finally it was being quiet and showing obedience like all weak thing should be.

"That right, now be a good parrot or else you might get burnt" the young woman said wickedly with a smile. Deciding to take a look around of the shop, Ira found herself surround did with beautiful and eye catching design bouquet as well as vase and basket. A few books is stored throughout the shop. This mostly reminded Ira, of how disorganized and forgetful the young witch use to be, or at least she still is.

The scarlet witch soon then checked for any sign of any work of magic throughout the shop. None were found that had stood out much. The girl had done well on staying low with her use of magic. What Ira had found was mostly simple spell of relaxation and happiness. As well as spell keeping the flower fresh. Other that no much had stand out.

Opening the door, a young girl with light brown hair, that is tied into a bun walk up to the front counter. She wear an oversize T-shirt and down to the knee jeans. Compare to Scarlet she look much younger, however she wasn't as beautiful or classy looking. She held a carefree look in the way she dress while deep with in her hazel brown eyes bare a bored look.

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