Who: Charlie, Edmond, Diana
When: Wednesday Evening, after dinner
Where: The Kelley Ranch, out on the porch
What: RevelationsIt was getting harder and harder for Charlie to hide the fact she wasn't eating. It seemed like if her mother keeping an eye on her at the dinner table, then her older sister Aurora was. Even her younger, but all too smart sister, Lorelei seemed to be watching her throughout dinner. Thankfully Pete had been out that night. It was pretty much impossible to hide anything from him - even if he didn't see you doing anything sneaky, he could hear you thinking about doing it. As much as she loved her family, none of them
understood. Lately the thought of eating just turned her stomach.
Still, even with everyone watching, she thought she'd done okay, slipping the twin's mutt, Chicken, scraps under the table, and dropping the other half of her dinner into a plastic shopping bag, little by little. After dinner was over, she grabbed her bag and went outside, figuring she'd slip the rest of the scraps to the other animals, and hide whatever they didn't want in the outside trash bins.
She paused and grinned when a big black raven landed on the porch railing next to her. She lifted her arm up, and the bird, her familiar, Ed, hopped onto her wrist. Sitting down on the steps, she opened the bag and pulled out a scrap of chicken, offering it to him. He didn't take it, looking between the scrap and her dubiously, "Go ahead, you can have it. Or.. oh, duh. I guess that's sort of like cannibalism, when you're a bird."
"It's not that, ravens are scavengers," Ed responded, cocking his head to one side, "I do appreciate your kind offer, Charlotte, but I'm not the one who should be eating it. You are. You're too skinny, lass. You're going to fade away."
"Not you, too," Charlie huffed, her tone plaintive as she continued, "I'm not doing it to be skinny, Ed. I'm just not hungry, ok? Eating makes me feel sick lately. Just the thought of it...
Uhg. Can't we just talk about something else? Teach me how to do a spell or something. Please?"
"No, we need to discuss this, Charlie. You need to eat, even if you don't feel like it. Keep your strength up," Ed insisted gently. He transformed into his snake form, wrapping himself around her arm, his smooth scales sliding against her skin oddly comforting, despite the fact a few months ago she'd been scared of snakes. Petrified, in fact. Ed was different though. She trusted him, knew he'd never hurt her. Edmond continued to speak, but this time in her head,
"You need to eat to do magic, if you don't, your strength and focus will weaken... And I won't teach you magic unless I'm confident it's not going to wear you out.""That's not fair, Ed! I'm
fine!" Charlotte insisted, a slightly petulant note in her voice, "Besides, some of the books say that fasting can help aid in magic."
"Some magic, vision quests and the like," Ed corrected calmly,
"But certainly not most magic. And as your Familiar, I'm telling you, I can feel how
weak you are right now."
"Fine!" Charlie huffed, lifting the scrap of meat up to regard it with a grimace, "But if I eat, you'll teach me some magic, right?"
At that moment, Charlie heard the creak of a floorboard, gasping and whipping her head around to see her mother standing on the porch, staring at her, a concerned expression on her face. Following her mother's gaze, her eyes dropped to the arm now clutched to her chest, where it had flown when she startled. The arm with a black adder coiled around it. "Mom! You scared me!" She gulped, lowering her snake laden arm to her lap, hoping the dark fabric of her jeans would camouflage the black serpent, on the off chance her mother hadn't already seen him, "…How long have you been standing there?"