Cheers

Chapter 1: Ice Cream and Voodoo

Ferya stayed as close to Samantha's side as she possibly could and given the fact that the witch was an affectionate person, that meant that they walked arm in arm down the street that was thankfully a little less crowded than the previous human city she had been in. People walked by at various speeds, though some did pause to flash them smiles with accents far different than the voices that had been so harsh and uncaring the last time she was here.

Still, she was nearly clinging to the woman when the walked by a shop window and Ferya caught a glimpse of their reflections. Samantha was stunningly beautiful in her heels, and the dress. It tied in two black straps around behind the witch's neck and curved over her cleavage with a white accent that matched the white polka dots that adorned the bodice part of it. From the narrow waist a black skirt flared out, with a red ribbon around the very bottom. Her red hair was up in curls that had been artfully done with magic as Samantha had instructed Ferya how to do them.

Ferya wasn't sure why it was important to use magic to do her hair, but it was slightly more useful than pushing it all into a rock. Samantha even wore makeup, though she didn't need much more than something to darken her eyelashes and a brilliant red to cover her lips. In comparison, Ferya felt completely out of place.

"You're beautiful Ferie." Samantha beamed at her from the reflection, " we're going to have fun."

Ferya paused a moment longer, to look at herself in a similarly styled dress, though hers was white, with black prints of butterflies, light blue daisies, red poppies, purple flowers and a few colourful butterflies. Most of the pictures were amassed near the bottom of her skirt, but some continued all the way up her bodice which was a little more conservative, only scooping down to expose her collarbone, but allowing her arms to be free. 

Sam had done her make up, using the same thing on her eyelashes, though the colour of her lips was a pale pink instead of the bright red. Ferya had barely managed to balance on the small heeled shoes Sam had provided, which were a huge contrast to what the witch was wearing. She really was just a pale reflection of the woman who stood so brilliantly beside her.

"I wish I had your... exuberance for things." Ferya blushed and ducked her head, laughing as Samantha tugged her down the street a bit further and into a shop. It wasn't that different from her coffee shop, but this place was cooler and the display cases had what appeared to be buckets of a vast array of different colours.

"Good evening ladies. Welcome to the Creole Creamery, have you been here before?" There was a young, bearded man behind the counter smiling at them curiously.

Samantha shook her head slowly, seemingly caught up in the same wonder as Ferya was. "No. Do you have mint chocolate chip? And Cherry garcia?"

"We have both. What kind of cone would you like." The man moved, lifting a lid and pulling out a curved spoon, pausing as he glanced to the row of what he called cones. Some looked like bowls, others were conical in shape and they had a variety of chocolate, sprinkles and nuts scattered on them.

"Ooo. Dark chocolate with sprinkles please." Sam grinned happily, watching the man use the spoon to roll a perfect little ball of a green solid that looked almost like cookie dough, smushing it into the cone he had grabbed. He repeated the process with a pink one with flecks of chocolate and what looked like bright pink cherries, handing it over the display counter to Samantha before turning to look at her.

"And you, love?" He grinned and motioned to the overwhelming choice of colourful buckets, drawing her in closer to look down at the various names.

"It's okay if you can't decide. Get two like me and then we can come back later." Sam offered happily beside her.

"What kind of ice cream do you normally like?" The man was oddly patient with her, though the shop wasn't exceptionally busy, so he had time to be.