*Author's note: All participants are 19 and older
Leonard
Leonard Mynon couldn't believe his ears, in all 92 years of his life he had never experienced such audacity, war, famine, segregation, a plague, and even the genocide of the Spiritus Magi didn't prepare him for this. This boy really thought that he could just waltz in and make demands, what could he possibly know about governing a coven when his own former coven the Larommi lay in shambles. The young man's aura was strong and showed much potential for growth, but Leonard needed to be sure that any potential predecessors were up to par, nothing could go to chance, their numbers were dwindling with the Magi folk still recovering from the aftermath of the plague and Leonard knew his time in the light was coming to an end. If Ahndre truly wanted to prove his worth he was going to have to do a lot more than just talk about it, Leonard didn't even know if he could trust him with his granddaughter, better yet the future of the Ainud coven, he needed to be tested.
"Do you truly believe that you are destined for greatness? Do you know who I am, are you aware of the things I have done and what I am capable of?"
"Kah Elder I mean you no disrespe-"
"Actually... you know what Ahndre; I have the perfect job for you. I need an escort into town tomorrow morning, be at the front gate by nine thirty and depending on how that goes I will consider continuing this conversation with you."
With that Leonard flicked off the light in his office and shouldered passed Ahndre, he had absolutely no intention of allowing him to marry Jewel, she deserved so much more than a transplanted member of the coven. He'd already had a few gentlemen in mind but what Ahndre didn't know wouldn't hurt him, all he needed was for him to perform tomorrow and keep Jewel in line. Most likely after this outing he'd lose interest anyway and move along, Leonard knew Jewel wouldn't go easy on anybody. Right before turning the corner at the end of the hall he looked back over his shoulder,
"And you better not be late."
Jewel
"Thank you Ms. Saniya, without you I would be riddled with scars."
Jewel leaned over and kissed the matronly woman on the cheek. It's a shame healers weren't allowed to get married, Ms. Saniya would've been a great wife and an even better mother. When Jewel's mother died Ms. Saniya was like a surrogate mother, she'd taught her how to care for her thick tresses and explained to her that she wasn't dying when she rushed to her grandfather screaming that she was bleeding. Jewel still felt her ears get hot when she thought of that day; she'd never been told about her period and just knew she was dying when she saw her thighs stained crimson. Her poor grandfather hadn't known what to do when she hiked her skirt above her waist to show him her wound; he literally fled from the living room and got on the phone with the healer right away. Ms. Saniya had been so patient and kind explaining that she was to expect this once a month; it was such a shame that the healer was sentenced to a life alone because she dedicated herself to the art of healing and serving the coven. Jewel looked into the eyes of the woman who was always there for her and she could see the passion she had for her craft but there was also a hint of loneliness.
"You're always welcome precious girl, with or without scars you'd still be just as beautiful."
"Ha! That's impossible; remember two summers ago when I got bitten by that big ol gator and you spent hours putting me back together."
"Oh I remember alright, how could I forget? The whole Bayou heard you hollerin' and swearin' all over the place. Without them scars ain't nobody gone believe your stories."
They both laughed and shared memories until Jewel suddenly sobered up.
"Ms. Saniya... Listen, I could always ask granddaddy if-"
"No precious, you know I would never give this up for anything, I love this coven and I love being a healer. I chose this life, sweetness."
"But listen, I can ask him to release you from your duty as the coven healer! You know he has a soft spot for you and after all these years he owes you at least this much. Go start a family! I know you want to, I see the way you look longingly at the couples with young children."
"Now I'm too old for that, I'm nearly seventy and rearing young ain't for me."
"That's bullshit and you know it! You're nearly seventy but don't look a day over thirty-five, you are healthy, your aura is still strong, and our reproductive systems don't work the same as humans, you of all people know we live much longer. You can still have what you want Saniya... you just need to ask."
Both women had tears in their eyes, Jewel's were tears of frustration and Ms. Saniya's were of sadness, how could someone want something but not fight for it? Jewel didn't see the sense behind that was Saniya scared to move on and pursue the life she longed for, this woman deserved to be loved the way she loved everyone else. There were plenty of talented novice healers, all Saniya had to do was train one up to take her place, it was so simple.
"But you still need me."
"Don't you dare use that as an excuse! You're afraid... you are afraid aren't you? But why, you've wanted this for so long."
"Jewel... w-what if he do-doesn't love me back?"
"Saniya he absolutely adores you."
"How can you be sure?"
"I live with him, he's my grandfather, because it's obvious, I don't understand how you can't see it."
"Well he hasn't said anything."
"He's the freaking Head Kah Elder! Saniya he's a pretty big deal and he has so many responsibilities. Cut him some slack, what do you want him to do? Write you a note 'Dear Saniya, I love you, do you love me? Circle yes or no?' like come on. Just let him know how you feel, put the ball in his court."
"I'll think about it, I just don't really think it's the best idea right now."
"It's now or never."
"Well the plague did quite a number on us, on everyone really and none of our sister covens have fully recovered, even the South American Magi Council's healer has reached out to me about spotting isolated outbreaks."
She'd had enough; standing to leave Jewel grabbed a shawl that was draped over the back of Ms. Shaniya's couch.
"I definitely know what happened during the plague, but you don't see me using that as an excuse."
Jewel turned and headed towards the front door, turning the knob she paused and looked over her shoulder.
"Hey, I love you. Granddaddy loves you and I'll bring your shawl back tomorrow."
Ahndre
The old man was going to give him a shot, a big shot too, only the most trusted and skilled members of the coven were chosen to accompany The Head Kah Elder as escorts. This would be his golden opportunity to prove himself capable of running the coven and ultimately marrying Jewel. Just a slight problem though, the old man was definitely lying; he didn't plan on taking him seriously. Ahndre could sense the old man's essence quiver as he spoke, it was a novice mistake really but The Elder didn't think Ahndre would be skeptical. It was alright though; everything happened for a reason, fate never lies.
Ahndre stepped into the foyer of his two bedroom townhouse on Emory Avenue and whipped out his cellphone, punching in the '4 -- 1 -- 5' area code for California he waited to hear the familiar voice of his brother pick up on the other line, hopefully he'd get enough reception for the call to go through. It didn't even take three rings before the call was answered by a familiar baritone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, may I speak to Adrian Simmons please?"
"Yes, this he. May I ask whose calling?"
"Hey man, cut the shit, it's Ahndre."
"Ahndre! Damn man, well look who finally decided to call! We thought they'd figured your ass out and sent ya to hell already. I take it things are going as planned since you still breathing?"
"Yea man, everything is kosher, but I'm changing the plan. The old man ain't gone budge and I need to speed things up a bit."
"Well, what'd ya have in mind kinfolk?"
"Adrian I need you and Kevin to get on the next plane out of Cali man. You gotta get here now!"
"The fuck you need us for? And that's a three and a half hour flight bro. I can't promise you anything, it's so last minute. What about tomorrow?"
"That's the problem kinfolk I need ya'll here by tomorrow morning."
"Damn Ahndre, what for?"
"The Head Kah Elder wants be to be a part of an escort for him tomorrow when he goes into town I was thinking of an a-''
"Say no more brother, the next flight leaves LAX in forty-five minutes. I already texted Kevin and he's always down. Text me the details."