A Touch of Magic| J. Hale

Chapter 11: Until We Meet Again

Chapter 11: Until We  Meet Again

The Cullens were the perfect hosts. Freya was regaining her strength and removing very nicely under their attentive care. While Carlisle was looking after the young girl with the best care plan in mind, as he would for any of his patients, he would with any of his patients, he was also doing what he could to figure out what exactly she was. It was clear to everyone in his family that she appeared very very human, but then there were a few things that were just off about her, making her something else. The most obvious were her eyes, as it wasn't natural at all to have vibrant purple irises; secondly it was the faint markings on her skin which could almost be mistaken as tattoos, but with her age and the distinct shimmery quality these marking had, it was clear that they were also something else.

"Your house is absolutely stunning," Freya comments in awe as she slowly strolls around the said house with Jasper in tow. It was her second day of consciousness and she had to get out of that room she was staying in and stretch her legs. She was feeling much better today, so she was able to walk more on her own, but nevertheless, Jasper was hovering close in case she were to trip or her legs were to suddenly give out.

Jasper couldn't help but grin at her comment. The house truly was something else. He had a tendency to forget how lovely it really is, given that the days often blurred together these days, but getting to see that twinkle in Freya's eyes, and the soft smile on her lips as she takes everything in for basically the first time, it reminded him how beautiful life can be if you stop for a second to appreciate it. "It really is," Jasper nods, realizing he had let the pause between her statement and his reply draw out a little too long, "We can thank Esme for that. She has a knack for architecture and interior design, with some help from Alice. Esme has designed all the houses we've lived in."

Freya was hesitant with her next words, as they settled in the sun room. She wasn't sure if she should ask this question she had, but was also way to curious to really stop herself from asking it. "So... you guys kept mentioning some things yesterday that I couldn't help but be curious about," Freya starts of, fidgeting with the hem of the top that was leant to her from Rosalie's closet, as Alice's clothes were a bit to small with her thinner build, much to the icy blonde's displeasure. The clothes were different from what Freya was used to. She was much more used to her dresses and tunics. With Jasper's nod for Freya to continue, she took a deep breath trying to figure out how to word her question right, "There were things said about Alice having visions, is she an oracle?"

Freya frowned when Jasper chuckled at her question. He didn't mean to laugh, it was just an odd choice of words she decided to use. "I suppose oracle would be a fair enough fit for Alice, but maybe not in the proper sense where she prays to any gods for her visions," Jasper responds. This intrigued Freya, she didn't know it were possible to be given the gift vision without long and hard devotion to the gods in order to relieved it.

"So your kind is capable of magic?" Freya questions further, way to intrigued to really be able to help herself.

"Maybe not magic but 'my kind' has a select few who develop some abilities," Jasper replies, "That's all you get on that topic though. Don't think I've forgotten our deal Miss Freya," Jasper chuckles, trying to keep the mood lighthearted and not show how strange he had found her word choices were to him.

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Carlisle had gathered his family in his study that night while Freya was sleeping. Sometimes not needing sleep had its perks, works well for late night meetings like this. "I've been doing a lot of reading," Carlisle announces to his family. "The purple eyes, those markings, it's been a long time since anyone of her kind has been seen, but I have good reason to believe Freya is a witch," he states calmly, though his mind was racing with all the questions of what this might mean for his family.