Two wolves and a witch

Neem dislikes how much her body and soul crave Sosier in this moment. She knew about is reputation before she even met him, so its not that hard to believe that he would end up with another woman no matter how much he kept pursuing her and breaking down her walls, it really is her own fault for blindly trusting a wolf. Although now she can't just ignore his existence, especially with her own wiere spirit making herself known. After the day in her room of necessity with Chamomile, she was finally able to meet Ami, her dual spirit.

Flash Back

"Ok, so this place is more incredible than i anticipated, i mean at first i was like, this is a dream space, you witches really got amazing talents, then you know , after what you told me, which bummer by the way but lucky you for not having the same contraints, but still, at first im like ok, a few dozen witches could pull this off no sweat, dont see why you guys only do this on occasion, but now! this is like conjuring magic, like legit, the real deal, i can eat this?" Chammomile rambles as she takes in her surroundings, holding up a what looks like a peach but is growing from a vine in the ground where they had chosen to sit. Neem had created a magical forest space, not only with its own unique critters, but also with fruiting plants that were edible and drinkable water. there were small reptiles that looked like they were made from assorted crystals, some of ther flowers were as large as trees and there was a forest made of towering mushrooms, the ground was covered in clovers and different styles of moss. and the water changed colors depending on the emotion of the animal who was swimming in it. Chammomile's wolf senses were excited with all the smells and sounds from this creative space that her long lost cousin had created. " Do these cutesie animals just dissapear when the room isnt in use? like if i took one out as a pet, would it exist in the real world? Are you just like creating new life everytime you make a room of an imagined world?" Chammomiles eyes start to bug out as she really starts to think about how many creatures Neem had created then killed with every new room she manifests. "Do they have consciensness? " She says in a sad whisper and she plays with a fluffy animal that looks to be a mix of some historical reptile and a fox. " Rooms like this take a lot more magic, i created this one a long time ago and i save these kinds of worlds in what i would call a time capsule. Not all my rooms have life, but the ones that do, i put them in a diarama box so that they can live out their lives, basicall looks like an oversized snowglobe. So no i dont kill and create with every room, i just made a door into the 'snow globe' and we are essentially visiting." Chammomile stares in awe. " So this is like a magial garden, goddess being a witch must be fun." Neem makes a disgusted face at Chammomile's comment. " Being a witch isnt all that great, i mean sure at some point it might have been fun growing up with community and not having to fear for your lives if a wolf accused you of something, although if our histories are as accurate as they claim them to be, we've always been ehat most would call lower class." Neem says in a soft voice. " I never thought about it, to be honest; many of us wolves dont know much about the witch community, we just follow whats told to us, and i guess thats not the best way to deal with a lot of the prejudeces that arrise between our communities, we just accept that a with cant be trusted , even though we know for a fact that many of the other magical beings could be super shady." Neem doesnt bother to respond, she walks over to the lake and sits near the water contemplating how different her life would have been had the history of the past been different. Chammomile walks over to Neem holding the Reptilian fox in her hand. " You know , there are probably a lot of written histories by those who were actually alive to shed insight on what really happened in the past. There was this one time i was at the Fiir house, i came across this old musty book and when i opened it, Luna Lina had gotten so upset. she snatched the book out of my hands and told me to stay out of the Fiir history books. i did get to see the title of the book, it was before pyrches was created. im guessing it was like an ancestral diary because the name in it was Meera Fiir. Who knows, maybe shes your mothers like great grandmother." She continues to pet and coo at the little creature who is about the size of a handbag. " I guess ill find out once i get to the Fiirs home. it would be intresting to read what some of my ancestors had lived through. Do you think Balsa's mother will let me read them?" Chammomile gives her a dumb stare, " Well yea, why wouldnt she?, me, not so much because you know, everyone knows that i 'hate' witches, so she probable got upset thinking i was trying to ruin their books." Neem stares at chammomile for a bit before asking , " Do you really hate witches, or is that more to do with what you were taught growing up", Chammomile runs her hands through her hair and replys. " I dont hate witches, i will admit a lot of my dislike comes from stories told by others who claimed to have had bad experiences woth witches, and honestly it never occured to me that they could be lying or making up the story. i didnt really care before, it really wasnt until my own gifts as i would call them, started to manifest that i began to think more about how unfair it is that as a collective wolves put witches down or blame them for things that are really our own doing. Like, Neema didnt ask to be born from two high standing wolves, and if what Cardona told me is real, theyve always birthed powerful witches." Neem looks up at Chammomile and gives her a soft smile. " So how do i speak to my wolf?" With a wolfish grin Chammomile closes her eyes and calls to her own wiere spirit, who immediatly dives into Neem in search of her cousin. at first there is some push back from Neem who wasnt ready for the spiritual invasion, recognizing a kindred soul she relaxes her defenses and allows Chammomiles wiere spirit to search for her own. she begins to feel a great pressure in the center of her back between her shoulder blades, the feeling continues to become intense until there is a popping sound and Neem is no longer sitting on the grass. " Hey beautifyl, whats your name." Neem hears chammomiles talking to her but its as though she is down a long hallway, before Neem can ask her what she is talking about she hears " Ami, thank you for helping us break free, father didnt want us to exist, he thought it was a bad omen when we shifted on our first birthday." Neem sees chammomile's shocked reaction and she tries to reach out to speak, not knowing how to intergrate with her wolf she tries to walk down the ijmaginary hall to get closer. " Im going to switch back with Neem, thank you again, its been hard being able to experience everything shes gone through and not being able to help, i owe you a debt Staghorn. " Chammomile starts to cry and reaches out to hug Ami and Neems body. " You owe me nothing, we are family, im so so sorry you had to live your life like this, i cant even imagine the pain and isolation you mustve felt."

Chammomile leans back to wipe her eyes and once she looks up at Neem again, her wolf self is no longer standing infront of her. " My father knew, all this time, and my father knew!" Neem screams, terrifying all the creatures in the room as she starts to spark and ignite. " How could he do this to me" she yells in anger, fire spewing from her fingertips, Chammomiles looks around for something to hold water in to dowse the flames and until she notices nothing is actually on fire, only Neem. " how could he trap a part of my self for centuries, repremanding me for not having better control over my magic, making me feel like i was just some out of control witch, when he knew, he FUCKING KNEW! " she yell cries and then the skies darken and rainbow colored rain begins to fall from the sky. Chammomil gets up and reaches for Neem, praying that she doesnt go up in flames as she tries to console her newfound friend. " Neem, i cant even imagine the betrayal and pain you are experienceing" she says in a soft voice and she slowly approaches a hysterical witch, " i promis, we'll figure this all out, we'll find out the truth about your ancestors and the reason why all this has happened. i dont know your dad personally, but im sure he has some shitty reason that makes perfect sense to him as to why he did this to you, you arent alone, ill help you, we are in a very similar boat. " she says as she wraps her arms around the small woman. the moment that she does a burst of light sparks between them throwing both women back onto their buts. " Neem rises forst, and laughs. " ok note to self, never hug an angry witch" Chammomile says while still laying on her back. " Thank you for that Chammie, and no, lol that was your own magic that did that, because you were so nervous approching me, you defense mechanism reacted to my power, that was all you." Neem laughs again although it has a slight manic tone to it. " Sweet! lol look at us, a pair of hybrids with no clue how to navigate." Chammomile says as she raises a thumbs up " Well good thing we can be each others compass." Neem replies as she helps her up.