Eaving Stones: Chapter 2 – Part C

“Good Morning,” Quinn said yawning.

“Morn,” replied Beau.

Quinn took her seat with a thud. She felt as though all her energy had been sucked out of her.

“So give me all the gossip then,” said Bella leaning forward with excitement. “You were still here at midnight with us, but by an hour past when we were leaving…” There was a mischievous glint in her eye as she continued. “… you were gone, without even a farewell or good eve.” Bella tossed her head over -dramatically , pretending to be annoyed.

Quinn smiled. Bella had been her best friend since they were very young, and the two of them were very close. Beau, was Bella’s birth twin, born of the same mother, and at the same time. The three were normally found in each others company, and they shared a strong bond.

“Well actually,” replied Quinn, her smile broadening and her cheeks flushing slightly. “I went home.”

“I’m sure you did dear Quinn,” smirked Bella. “The question is did you go home alone? And if you didn’t then what happened on the way?”

Laughing, Quinn’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. She hadn’t been alone the night before when she had returned home. She reached forward and grabbed a bread roll and begun to butter it.

“Come on Quinn!” whined Bella. “Tell me. I have been dying to hear what happened.”

“Yes,” said Beau rolling his eyes. “Please just tell her Que. She has been driving be batty with it all morn.” As usual, Beau’s face was sullen when referring to Quinn and other boys. It was well known that Beau carried a torch for his long time love Quinn.

“Oh shut-up Beau. Just because your jealous,” said Bella defensively. She would have said more, but knew that Quinn’s love life was a touchy subject. Instead, she tucked the lock of white blonde hair which escaped her braid behind her ears, and continued serving herself a helping of chicken and corn soup.

Quinn was used to the Twin bickering, and picking at each other. She too continued to server herself lunch also, and said nothing more on the subject. Last nights details would have to wait until they had some time away from beau. She knew Beau had feeling towards her that was more than friendship. But as neither Beau nor herself would outwardly admit it in the vicinity of each other, a possible romance had never blossomed.

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Book Blessing

Listen to the Gypsy’s word,

Calling the All, a gulf to ford.

Bridge the fast realities,

An harm it none do what ye please.

‘O’ elements watch and guard this book,

From wandering eyes and prying looks.

In this night and ready hour,

Fill it with thine ancient power.

Powers of the North, Earth below,

Show us to live, to learn and grow.

Lend us your strength and stability,

To practice our craft and find ourselves free.

Powers of the East, Wind and Sky,

Watch O’er these pages with thine eye.

Your wisdom and knowledge for these we do ask,

That this book be worthy – the craft and its task.

Powers of the West, Waters and Sea,

Transformation and growth are granted by thee.

Bless these Pages with all that you know,

That all righteous readers may learn and may grow.

In winter, in spring, in summer and fall,

In our Shadows and Dreams, ask the aid of the All.

To practice the craft of the wise as we must,

With truth, and love, respect and trust.

We ask for the blessings of the Lady and Lord,

As we hold up her chalice and brandish his sword.

All that we know is infused by his power,

From sun and from moon, from rock and from flower.

Guard us Earth Mother and teach us your lore,

From silvery moon, to the earth’s inner core.

When working our magic, please help us not fear it,

We know you will guide us and strengthen our spirits.

Grant us Sky father, your wisdom and strength,

To complete all our workings to go the full length.

You smile down upon us, the light of the sun,

Rejoicing in life, with you we are one.

Guardians from the four direction,

Lady and lord, we ask your protection.

And you love for which we look,

To inspire and lead us as we write this book.

Yet to the unschooled eye let see,

Confusing words and sophistry.

Lead them from these sacred pages, On blessed ways throughout the ages.

Yet to the Gypsy this book shall stay,

Plain and truthful, clear as day.

Direct and show, guide and teach,

Their dreams and goals, please help them reach.

Free will for all, And harm to none,

As I have willed it, so it shall be done.

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