39. Blood of the Son

Everest

Compared to the other two witches I’d met, Megandra seemed pretty normal. Though she wasn’t magic by blood, she was still practicing herbalism. She had shoulder length light brown hair and a square face. She was several inches taller than me, and she had big, round, dark blue eyes. She’d said ‘cursed one’ like it was just a simple thing, yet it had sent shivers down my spine. Curses were supposed to be a bad thing as far as I knew…The jaguar had come over to investigate us while we talked with Megandra and had startled me initially, but now I was affectionately scratching her ears while she purred loudly.

“Quite the collection of animals you’ve got here…” I said, impressed.

“Yeah, Rowena’s built quite the menagerie. The big cats are incredibly loyal. There’re a few lions wandering around here too somewhere, but they keep more to themselves.” Megandra picked up her basket of herbs and looked up at the sky.

“Well, we should probably go inside. Rowena’s been waiting for you, a