When the cloak came off, the nakedness beneath it was colored a warm, dark umber color. Something he had never seen before. The shade was one of a kind, like the sun had made love with the melanin that filled her skin like it was her first love. The...
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She knew the time would come. The moon had told her. Mahogany had been expecting Orion to come for her. So why was she so sad?
Of course she didn't leave her coven without saying goodbye to everyone. Everyone who was old enough to understand did, and they also knew this could happen, and not only with Mahogany. Members left the coven because of mates, and they came to covens for the same reason- this was normal. It just wasn't normal that Mahogany was saying goodbye.
The thought that her mate might be someone who wasn't close to home was never a thought the twenty year old, semi-clairvoyant woman had had until she had given her the vision.
Instead of just calmly accepting the visions, she should have been training herself on how not to cry. She never cried, and when she did, and it was the most uncomfortable thing to her. Even as a child Mahogany hadn't cried much. Yet, as she gave her aunt one last hug, she found that crying was exactly what she was doing.
"Oh, Mo, baby it's fine," Maline murmured as she rubbed Mahogany's back gently. They were rocking from left to right, and it seemed that as the seconds melted into minutes, Mahogany's grip on her aunt grew tighter and tighter. She didn't want to let her go. Maline was her aunt biologically, but she was really her mother. She had raised Mahogany as her own, she had taught her all she would need to know about life, she had been the main witch to teach Mahogany her incantations, how to deal with energy, how to handle talismans, when it was okay to use dark magic, how to spot a witch of whom had succumbed completely to the darkness, all of that. And now she was leaving her.
It wasn't by force.
Mahogany could tell Orion that she wasn't going with him, but she didn't want to do this, because if the divine had wanted her to be home, she would have matched her with someone near home. She wasn't going to twist fate- it wasn't worth the possible punishment.
"I love you so much," Mahogany sobbed into the crook of Maline's neck. She couldn't even heat her aunt's response over her own sobs.
Maline let Mahogany clutch on to her like she was for a few more minutes before she pulled away, and put an arm's length of distance between the two of them as she gripped Mahogany's shoulders, "I love you too; you know that. Now, suck it up. You know how much I hate it when you cry. We're still going to see each other. You and your mate will visit me, and I will visit you two and we'll do that whenever you want to, okay?"
"O-Okay,"
"Now," The mother figure wiped Mahogany's tears away with her thumbs, then gave her a smile of her own that wasn't too stable. Her bottom lip was starting to wobble just like Mahogany's had been, "You two need to leave. This isn't a permanent goodbye. You have a whole pack to meet and integrate with, and they're going to accept you and love you as much as your coven does and always will. Orion?"
