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The sweet scent of tea did wonders for one’s body, mind, and soul at the start of the day.
It was a tad funny to acknowledge my reaction to the scent, since I enjoyed coffee far more than tea. The preference reminded me of someone important -someone who was once a lover and would forever be my best friend.
I felt a tad ashamed for suddenly not remembering their name, but maybe this sweet scent would bring me right to them and bring their name to the tip of my tongue.
The new motivation pushed me to begin walking, and each step took more of my dread and replaced it with a dose of tranquility.
By the time I discovered the culprit of the wonderful aroma, my tears had dried and I now stood with a bubbling delight as I stared at the scene before me.
I’m not alone anymore.
A white table that was wrapped in wonderful vines of black and bloomed various purple and pink roses sat in the middle of the grand floral paradise. The top surface was decorated with white silk placemats with stitched embroidery of various colored roses. Placed on top of them were china teacups that looked far too delicate to touch -let alone drink from.
A cup full of steaming hot tea awaited me. An empty chair was pulled out like an invitation, but my eyes couldn’t help but drift over to my left, and I noticed an outstandingly beautiful woman.
She sat there like a delicate doll of perfection. Her eyes were orbs of pastel colors while her hair was rather similar to mine. It was short and off to one side, but the white tips transitioned into various colors that mimicked her piercing eyes, complementing them further.
She was naturally pale in complexion, and her thin frame was cloaked in the finest floral dress I’d ever seen. With one leg crossed over the other and her tiny saucer in her free hand, she worked on sipping her tea while I admired her.
My eyes couldn’t get enough of her enchanting appearance, but I was further tugged in to take in the fine details of the various incantations on her arms and calves. Around her neck was a collar, one that carried a similar silver pendant that I couldn’t quite grasp the details of in my memory. Only instead of it being a circle that reminded me of a full moon, hers was a crescent moon.
As if sensing my attention on its twinkling surface, the crescent moon pendant began to glow in the same illuminating pattern as mine - as if the two objects were having a conversation of their own.
The woman lowered her teacup onto her saucer, and now her attention was solely on me. Her lips of glossy pink curled upward, and wow.
She…looks like someone. Who was he? I can’t remember. Please let me remember.
I fought to not panic as I searched my mind for their name, and suddenly it clicked as the very image of my bodyguard flashed within my mind.
“Viktor,” I whispered and quickly followed with, “You…look like Viktor. Well…I mean, a female version. A really pretty version…and I just fucked up my first impression.”
She laughed like an angel.
“Everyone always said Viktor looked more like me than his father, but alas. I’d never admit it in front of my sweet love or he’d get depressed,” she began happily and gave me a dazzling smile of white teeth. “But yes. You can say I do look like a female version of Viktor. Except I smile way more.”
She set her cup down and placed her hands onto her lap as she continued to grin welcomingly.
“Willow De Luca. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I would have preferred meeting you with Viktor, but our Goddess seems to have other plans for all of us.” She gestured to the chair parallel to her. “Please. Have a seat and enjoy some tea while it’s still warm.”
How could I refuse?
I walked over to the very seat and sat down. I didn’t feel nervous, but I couldn’t deny that Viktor’s mother's appearance alone was intimidating. She was just flawless in so many ways that I was left wondering whether she was a goddess or a fae.
Could be an undercover fae goddess. Who knows?
Something told me she was a wolf, or at least those were the vibes I picked up off her extravagant aura, but her magic level was unmeasurable, which again made perfect sense because Viktor was really good at magic.
What was he again? A magician? No. Another word. A…warlock? Yes.
“You look deep in thought, Willow,” she noted. “What are you thinking about?”
“Well…”How do I even begin?“I think my memories are fading. I’m…trying not to worry about it, but I’m scared I’ll forget everything that molded me into…well, me.”
It felt so easy to just come out with what was bothering me, and I felt a tad calmer as her eyes softened and she bobbed her head in understanding.
“That’s reasonable,” she assured me. “This is the In-Between after all. It’s hard to keep all your memories together in one place when you’re literally grasping every memory you’ve experienced since your birth.”
“Since my birth,” I gasped in awe and wondered if I’d get to recall any of those instances. “The In-Between. That’s what this place is called? What a beauty.”
