magic runs in the family

Rikki stretched on the floor and waved her hand. With a small splash, a bubble of water rose from her glass. Feeling cheeky, she beckoned with her index finger and the water floated toward her lips.

“You are the laziest, cousin. I hope you don’t do that in public.” Vivienne rolled her eyes. Being older, she felt in charge and often took that to heart. Sometimes even a little far.

“Me? I would never. Honestly, when would I be so foolish?”

“When Ben gets on your nerves.” Vivienne replied instantly. Then with a smirk, “Like that time when the soda fountain mysteriously exploded in his direction.”

“That wasn’t me.”

“Yes, it was.”

“You can’t prove it was me.”

Vivienne shook her head and waved her own hand to manipulate the smoke from the incense. She liked to create images in the smoke. Today she felt like practicing the details. Just for fun, she choose a wolf and the image slowly emerged in wispy form.

Rikki and Vivienne were born into a family of druids. They had the ability to control nature, including the weather, the elements, and on occasion, animals. Even more infrequently was the ability to manipulate other humans.

Growing up, they were taught science, astrology, philosophy, history, astronomy, mathematics, science, divination.. Being a druid is not all fun and games. Druidism is knowledge. A desire to know, and to be, that has been passed down through the generations.

Their favorite pet, Tagger, currently a black cat, jumped on Rikki which made her squeal and drop her concentration. The result was a splash of water in her face.

“UGH!” Tagger started clawing her stomach as if giving a massage. Rikki sat up on her elbows, glaring at her pet. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you.”

“Oh please,” Vivienne chuckled. “You weren’t paying attention.”

“He’s evil.”

“He’s a cat. Your cat.”

“If he’s evil he got it from you.”

“Yes, that makes total sense.” Vivienne gave up on her wolf with a frustrated wave, and glared at her younger cousin. “Your pet picked up the trait for evil from me.”

“How’s my makeup?”

“Over done, slightly wet.”

“Bitch. Are you about ready?”

“Waiting on you, slut.”

They stared at each other until they couldn’t contain their girlish giggles from bubbling out.