YOU'RE ALL MINE - ch 11

YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 11

(the magic of Midnight)

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Morena waited for Mia to exit the bathroom, then walked to her and said, “Before you argue, I am going to help you down the stairs. Let’s get you settled before your father comes home. There’s no need to have him blow another gasket because you’re limping. And I need to call Aunt Liz.”

“Mom,” Mia began to say but out came a huge sob instead. “Mom, why Aunt Liz?”

“Because she’s the Wiccan in the family. She’ll know what I might be able to help you heal faster. Come, your dad should be home soon.”

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Once in the kitchen, Mia heard her mother’s conversation. “Hi, Liz, I need two things from you. First, please don’t say anything to Ian. We both know how close the brothers are, and Brian’s already upset. He’ll talk at length with Ian in the next day or two but for now, can we keep this between us?”

Assuming her aunt said yes, Mia, then heard, “It’s Mia. She jumped a few leys and, being like her father, went alone. She’s scraped and bruised. I took care of those physical injuries, but she’s hurting. Is there something I can give her to help her heal faster and with less pain? I’m sure the combination of sage and raspberries tastes awful.”

Morena listened again. “Liz, you’re the best. I’ll wait for him. Thanks.”

Within a few seconds, there was a gentle knock at the door and when Morena opened it, there stood Mia’s cousin, Mickey, holding a small cloth sack.

“Hi, Aunt Morena, mom said I needed to drop this off but said I was not allowed inside until you say it’s ok. Is Mia sick?”

“Mickey, let’s just say she’s not feeling her usual self, right now. I’m sure by tomorrow she’ll feel much better.”

She leaned down and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Mickey. I appreciate you flying here so quickly.”

“Hey, Aunt Morena, that’s what us elves do best. Tell Mia I’ll call her tomorrow. Bye.”

With that, he turned, spread his wings, and flew the short distance back to his house.

“Mia, I have some raspberry iced tea in the refrigerator. I’ll pour you a tall glass full. Sip it slowly.”

Mia’s sad eyes wrenched the heart of her mother. Looking at the white cotton sack, she asked, “Is that the medicine Aunt Liz sent?”

“Yes, I’m going to mix it with your tea. It won’t take away all your pain but will ease it tremendously.”

She turned her head towards the door. “Well, that was perfect timing. Your dad’s back with supper.”

Brian walked in and the first place he looked was where his daughter was sitting. He set the food on the table and squatted next to his daughter. “Mia, without all that blood on you, your face doesn’t look as bad as I had imagined. It’s a good thing you had enough instincts to turn your head when you fell, or you would have broken your nose.”

He gently brushed her curly blonde hair aside to follow the lines of the scrape from her chin to her temple. “Wow, Mia, you didn’t just fall flat, you slid!” He wrapped his arms around her and murmured, “Oh, my poor dear girl. I can’t imagine how you must be hurting.”

She buried her face in his shoulder and began to cry.

“There, there, mo ghra. I’ll call Aunt Liz and ask her for something to take away your pain, then I’ll do a mild healing spell to help your cuts heal a bit more quickly.”

Morena placed her hand on her husband’s shoulder. “Honey, I already called Liz, and she sent Mickey with some kind of powder that I put in Mia’s drink. That won’t completely take away the pain but will ease it. I agree with you about the healing spell, but let’s eat first, while the supper is still hot.”

Mia, now that her sobbing quieted, asked, “Dad, do you really think that I need the healing spell? I mean, I’m vain enough not to want scars on my face, but maybe if I look in the mirror for a few days and see what I’ve done to myself, it’ll remind me not to be so wild and adventurous.”

Brian stood and walked to the chair opposite to where Mia said, then reached across the table and gently grabbed her hand that wasn’t bandaged. “Mia, there’s nothing wrong with being adventurous. If you can’t enjoy life, what’s the point of living? I just want you to learn more about what you want to do, before you do it. Don’t just jump into something without knowing the consequences.”

Morena dished out the fish and chips while Brian unwrapped a small slab of pollock for Midnight. “Here you, sweetheart. You deserve this.” He ruffled the top of her soft black hair as he placed her bowl on the floor.

Each turned with they heard knuckles meet the wood of the front door and saw Finola stride in.

“How’s our girl?” she asked as she perused Mia’s face.

“Aintin, getting better every second. Aunt Liz sent some kind of pain powder and it’s working. The pain isn’t as bad as it was.”

“Good. I knew Liz would fix things and now, I brought you this to wear. Please Mia, never take it off.”

Around Mia’s neck, she placed a small silver amulet. “This, Mo stor, is the Triquetra. The three points represent unity, strength, and protection. Unity for being one with the elements. Strength in your convictions. Protections against all harm.”

Mia reverently fingered her amulet as Finola turned to leave. She turned back and looked at Mia again, and said, “Is brea liom tu, mo chailin (I love you, my girl) to which Mia replied, “Ta gra agam duitse freisin, Aintin (love you too, Auntie).”

When Finola closed the door behind her, Mia said, “Dad, when you were a kid, did you ever jump a line?”

Brian almost choked on his mouthful of haddock but before he answered, they heard loud laughter, as Finola’s voice filled the air, “Oh, my girl, he surely did!”