fter she had chopped all of the herbs as small as she could make them, Lady Avery had directed she mix two of the piles thoroughly, handing her a mortar and pestle to further grind them together. Kimberly pressed in as firmly as she could, though it took several minutes before the squirrel was satisfied at her mixture. Handing her a tea thimble, Angela instructed her to pour as much of the mixture into it as she could. Kimberly was able to fill the thimble completely, but a little spilled onto the floor, floating like a fine mist downwards.
“Don’t worry about any that spills now. You have more than enough. I’ve heated the water now, so you should make a tea with this,” Lady Avery gestured to the brass kettle that was beginning to steam. Faint trickles floated up from the spigot, billowing upwards to vanish into the air.
Kimberly did as instructed, pouring the hot water through the thimble and into a small earthenware bowl. Immediately, the damp vegetable odour became apparent to her nose, and it wrinkled backwards in distaste.
“It will not taste very good, I’m sorry,” the squirrel admitted as she watched, seeing the rat’s reaction. “But it is necessary.”
“Do I have to drink all of it?” Kimberly asked, filling the bowl with a dark green fluid. Some of the crushed herbs floated in the liquid, others settling down at the bottom, having seeped through the thimble.
Lady Avery nodded, her face twisted regretfully. “You may throw that away now,” she said, pointing to the soggy vegetable bits inside the thimble. Angela took the kettle and set it on a crockery plate to cool. “I need to get a few other things. Just let that tea cool first.”
Kimberly nodded, gently touching the side of the bowl. It was already warm. In another few seconds it would be quite hot indeed. She took a step back, trying to get her nose away from the slightly nauseating scent. It thankfully did not permeate the kitchen, but remain confined to the air above the steaming bowl.
When the squirrel returned, she was carrying two censers, one in each paw. She set them both on the lacquer and smiled, “Now, except for the Heleth sprig, I want you to split each pile in half. Then put each half in one of the two censers. Make sure you get every herb in both censers though. Don’t worry about mixing, just get them in there.”
Kimberly nodded, and scooted the greenish-black Heleth sprig aside, and then did her best to separate each pile into halves. Scooping up the chopped leaves and stems, she deposited them first into one censer, and then the next. The censers were small brass objects with room for a single wick, and a narrow funnel opening to direct the fragrance.
Lady Avery smiled as she watched. “Now you’ll need to wash your paws clean first. I have just one other thing I must bring in.” The squirrel left the kitchen once more, while Kimberly took a small hand cloth, dipped it into the cistern, and then wiped her paws clean with it. She laid the damp cloth over the pipe leading up from the chimney, where it would dry again.
By the time she had managed to dry her paws on another cloth, Lady Avery had returned with a thin sheet of bark-wood paper. It was yellow like a freshly cut tree’s pulp, crisscrossed by dark, jagged lines. Carefully, the squirrel set the thin sheet upon the lacquer before the small pile of Heleth sprig. “Kimberly, do try to get as much of the Heleth on the paper as possible. Do not worry about spreading it about just yet. We still have to carry this to your bedroom.”
Kimberly nodded and smiled, humming a bit to herself as she scooped up the black and green bits in her freshly cleaned paws, before depositing them in a pile on the bark-wood paper. She idly wondered if Charles had ever used such paper to hold ink before, but could not remember seeing it in his old chambers at the Keep.
“There,” Kimberly declared proudly, wiping her paws on the dry hand cloth once more. “Do we need to take these in a certain order?”
Lady Avery shook her head. “I’ll bring the censers over, if you would carefully carry that slip of paper. You can come back for the tea in a moment.”
“I can carry the tea,” Baerle offered, standing as she was in the kitchen’s doorway now.
“Oh yes, thank you so much,. Baerle!” Kimberly chimed delightedly. Caroline was staring over her shoulder, but stood well clear as Lady Avery came through with the two unlit censers. Kimberly took either end of the bark-wood paper in her paws, and gently lifted it from the lacquer. Baerle slipped around behind her, accidentally brushing her tail as she did so. Kimberly let out a little squeak of surprise, but did not drop the paper.
“I’m sorry, Kimberly,” Baerle said, watching to see if everything was all right.
“No harm done,” Kimberly said brightly then, smiling back to her friend. “Now be careful, that tea is very hot!”
Baerle smiled to her, and then stared at the steam rising from the dark green liquid. “I see that,” she said quietly. She took the mitten that Angela had used to hold the brass kettle, and its companion still hanging from a hook on the wall, and carefully cradled the bowl within them.
“Do you have it?” Kimberly asked.
“I think so.”
Kimberly bore her smile the entire way to her bedroom, Caroline and the Levins standing out of the way, but close enough to watch. Burris was standing in their doorway as well, idly preening himself distractedly, trying not to spread is wings too far out. Lady Avery had already set down the censers and was now holding the doorway open, keeping the thick woolen tapestry out of the way. Both Kimberly and Baerle strode through the doorway, though slowly and with great care not to spill what they carried.
“Just set that on the bed, Kimberly. You’ll need to be able to reach it once we begin.” Lady Avery said as the rat slipped under the door frame.
Kimberly nodded and laid the bark-wood paper down at the end of their bed, the pile of Heleth sprig still jumbled together in the middle of the sheet. Baerle carefully laid the bowl of tea out on the small table beside the bed. The censers were sitting one on either table, while a fire burned warmly in the hearth. The sconces were all lit, casting the room in a gentle yellowish-orange glow. The two windows were very dark, testifying to the fall of night.
“Now, there is only one thing more we need,” Lady Avery said, motioning to somebody outside the doorway. Burris came into view, his claws rattling against the wooden floor. “We’re about ready to begin. Did you bring the candle?”
Burris nodded, and leaned forward, pressing one of his wings towards the ground. A small pack slid across his bright feathers and onto the ground. “In the centre pouch.” Lady Avery kneeled down over the knapsack, and fiddled with the drawstrings for a moment. Soon, she had opened the pouch and produced a candle that looked just like the paper, the same bright pulpish yellow, marred by dark jagged lines of bark.
“Kimberly, you will need to light one of the censers with this candle. Burris will begin to strengthen the magical energies of the room while you do this.”
Baerle blinked once as she stood a short distance form the bedside. Kimberly took the candle in her paw and slid up onto the quilts, smiling to her friend. The opossum did not seem to see the smile however, as her attention was focussed on the squirrel, or on something beyond the squirrel, as if her thought was down upon the wall scurrying about like a lost ant.
Finally, her eyes focussed upon Lady Avery and she asked, “Do you want me to leave?”
“ I don’t,” Kimberly said. “I want you to be here for this. You are my friend.” Kimberly wanted to tell her she was her sister, but her chest was beginning to constrict. Her paws gripped the candle tightly, claws threatening to dig into the wax. Her tail flicked back and forth across the bedside in agitation. The moment was finally here, and her heart was trembling anxiously, mind a scatter of thoughts. Would it be a boy or a girl, or would it be a rat as Lady Avery had said it might?
Lady Avery frowned at this, but only said, “We do not want to have too many people in here, it could make the reading more difficult, unless they are providing their own magic.”
“The paper is fashioned from wood, so I can imbue it with my magic,” Burris explained, his beak cracked in an avian grin. Given that he was a woodpecker, it was a comical expression. His black-speckled wings fluttered a moment, but he regained control of them.
Caroline was standing just inside the doorway, watching, while from over her shoulder Kimberly could see Annette Levins rubbing her paws together, the spindles on her back twitching like as if they were making their way across her back. Walter was nowhere in sight, but from the sound of logs being dumped on the fire, she knew the tailor to be at the hearth. At Lady Avery’s words, Caroline nodded, and stepped through the doorframe, pulling it shut. The tapestry fell into place behind it, the bright images flashing discordantly under the lamp light.
Kimberly looked down at the candle in her paws, and a smile began to play out across her muzzle. Finally, it came completely to fruition and she glanced back up at the squirrel who was fastidiously adjusting the paper on the end of the bed. “I know how to light a candle with magic. Would that be okay?”
Lady Avery looked up, and smiled warmly to her, more like a friend than a mother, which is how she had been acting the last few days. “Certainly, Kimberly. It will help!”
Beaming brighter, Kimberly held the candle out from her chest, and stared at the wick, imagining a flame there. Murikeer had taught her a few things with magic, taught her how to use the power of her own life and that of the world to bring about even a little light. At first, she had not been able to stir even a spark, but under the skunk’s patient paw, she had seen sparks, and then, true flame at last.
She remembered the first time she’d shown Charles what she’d managed to do. He’d laughed in delight, and hugged her firmly, nuzzling her cheek with his muzzle. He’d then said something about not needing flint anymore, because he had her. That thought made her heart beat all the faster, and her smile wider. Her eyes stayed upon that slender wick, white still where it hung fixed within the yellowed wax.
And then, the tip of it began to sizzle. The air about her paws grew warm as she pulled the threads together, focussing the warmth from the fire as it flowed upon the air onto the end of that wick. The sizzling turned into a few sparks, bright pinpricks of dazzling white light that vanished as soon as they came to life. Her own body warmth was wrapped about that point, pressed tightly upon it, her heart beating like a drummer marching into battle.
Kimberly leaned back when at last the flame came to life, engulfing the end of the wick, rising upwards like a golden tear. She smiled and showed the candle about proudly to the three in her room. Baerle laughed delightedly and clapped her paws together. Burris nodded his beak approvingly, while Lady Avery once more the motherly smile, amused, but focussed on other more important matters.
Leaning over her side table, Kimberly put the end of the candle to the wick of the censer. It caught instantly, and soon a gentle smoke began to drift up through that funnel, spreading out into the air. Strange aromas came to her then, ones she could not place, but brought to her mind dazzling palaces, exquisite tables laden with exotic foods from every corner of the world, and gowns so delicate they would crumble to thread should she touch them. As she breathed in the aroma, she felt herself grow languid, as if the world itself were slowing down so that she might better enjoy it.
“Kimberly, you need to blow out the candle and begin drinking the tea,” Lady Avery’s voice cut through the sudden haze, and brought her back onto the bed. She leaned back against the pillows, and lifted the bowl in both paws. It was still very warm, but not so warm that she could not touch it.
She tried her best not to breathe too deeply of the tea, but it still turned her stomach as the censer stilled it. Leaning her head forward, she tipped the fluid down into her muzzle, the warmth washing across her tongue, tasteless at first, but growing bitter as it went down. She paused a moment to catch her breath, tongue extending far out of her mouth in distaste.
“You have to drink it all,” Lady Avery admonished gently.
Kimberly nodded, noticing that Baerle was standing fairly close, dark eyes full of concern. Burris touching his wings to the wood of the bed, his forehead pressed against it as if he were trying to push it through the wall by himself. Lady Avery simply stood, one paw holding the other, watching, her long tail held tight against her back.
She lifted the bowl once more to her lips, the bitter tea wrinkling her nose. She drank it down though, closing her eyes, but she drank it down, feeling the loose particles of the herbs drift across her tongue and down her throat along with the tea. She felt her stomach clench tightly as she finished the last of the concoction, wondering idly if this was how Charles felt when she made him drink his tea in the morning.
Visibly revolted, she held the bowl out to Baerle, who took it and set it down on the wooden floor. Kimberly was glad to be rid of it, the taste lingering like an unwanted guest on her tongue. Looking up, she saw that Lady Avery was nodding in approval. “It will take a little while for the broth to settle into your system. You will need to learn a few chants in the meantime, while the magic collects. I’ll say them, and you repeat them. We’ll do this until it is time.”
“How will we know it is time?” Kimberly asked.
Lady Avery smiled and gestured with one paw to the lit censer. “The first censer will go out. You’ll need to light the second one of course, but we will know that you are ready then.” She drew in a deep breath, composing herself, standing up straighter. The tip of her tail flicked back and forth behind her head like a giant ladle. “Are you ready?”
Kimberly nodded, paws resting upon her grey blouse. She could almost feel her belly growing with her pregnancy as she sat upon the bed, still wondering what could be inside of her.
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