Name:
Mae
Gender:
Female
Orientation:
Straight
Relationship:
Open
Friendships:
Open
Companions:
None
Artist:
james.
Mae
Gender:
Female
Orientation:
Straight
Relationship:
Open
Friendships:
Open
Companions:
None
Artist:
james.
Family:
(OOC) Adoptive Mothers: Amaya and Dahlia Adoptive Uncle: Estrello Adoptive Grandparents: Azura and Firefly |
Bio:
Mae was brought to Cel as she wanted to apprentice under a healer to learn how to do the job. Cel was a kind mentor to the child, but that doesn't mean she didn't require little work from the child. Mae grew up in a supportive house with Cel and then Cel's mate Walter who would come visit often. Mae became close to her mentor and learned quickly from her teachings, even coming up with ideas that Cel had never thought of before. Cel called her gifted as she seemed to naturally be born to work with medicines and herbs. When Cel passed away, Mae was still very young but she took over control of the house and gardens, working hard to keep them functioning, all while continuing her training with Cel's journals. Walter stopped coming around and Mae assumed it was because he couldn't bear to see the empty house. It was only years later that Walter returned, admitting he was Hades, the god of death, and helped her get the gardens from being a small little backyard thing into a huge organization. He also helped her get it set up so that viscets who had no where to go could find safety there. Mae looks after the nymphs, sprites and other misfits that make their way to the gardens and runs the whole place. She specializes in herbs and medicines still but does working in various areas as well. |
Traits
Minor Mane- Uncommon
Fox Ears- Uncommon
Lion Mane- Uncommon
Fox Ears- Uncommon
Lion Mane- Uncommon
Stories
The Grave Keeper
Hades spent all day traveling to Cel’s hometown, determined to finally visit her grave after all these years, and then found the graveyard. It wasn’t hard to find as most of these small towns had the graveyard in the south corner. Why? Who knows but being the god of death, Hades somehow knew that. Welcome to random death trivia! Hades shook his head, clearing it of thoughts and prepared himself to walk the rows of headstones. The first few rows were full of viscets most likely from his time, which he could only imagine was decades ago now. He read the names and then moved to the next section. These viscets were closer to Cel’s time and so he paid more attention to them. As he walked among the rows his eyes were drawn to a headstone that, while all these were fairly old, this one was well cared for and had fresh flowers.
Hades stepped up to it and was shocked to see Cel’s name and an engraving of her. How could this be Cel’s? It looked brand new besides the thick layer of grass growing over the surface. Hades fell to his knees and picked up the flowers, they couldn’t have been there for more than a few days and Hades looked up around the headstones. Cel’s was one of the few that seemed to be cared for but even among those, hers was the most pristine. Someone obviously was dedicating hours to taking care of the headstone. Hades felt tears welling up in his eyes and he looked once more at the engraving, letting his paw run over all the details etched into the rock before he stood.
He had forgotten flowers. How could he have forgotten flowers to bring to her grave? He turned in the direction of the exit and started making his way there when a small noise caught his attention. Cel’s spirit made a soft chime from his earring and he turned to see a viscet come from the woods, heading down the row to Cel’s headstone. The viscet wore a deep purple cloak and knelt by her headstone to replace the flowers with fresh ones.
Hades watched them for a moment as she brushed some leaves off the headstone and straightened the flowers. He felt his legs moving by themselves as he approached the viscet to ask them who they were. The cloaked viscet stood and started to make their way back to the woods the same way they came. Hades followed.
The viscet kept walking and Hades found the woods looking familiar, well as familiar as you could with woods anyways. This distraction caused him to catch up to the viscet who had now stopped walking to look back at Hades. He was too busy studying the trees to notice, well that is until he was punched in the jaw.
“Hey! What the he….” Hades looked at the viscet with red eyes and saw them standing there, ready with another punch if he did anything.
Hades took a step forward, growling softly when he felt Cel’s spirit moving within the earring. She rushed out and materialized between the two viscets. The cloaked viscet froze and then pushed back their cloak hood, revealing a viscet with purple flowing hair. Hades thought she looked familiar and Cel embraced her, whispering to her as the viscet cried.
“Oh master… I can’t believe I can see you again. I cannot believe you came back… I have missed you so…” The cloaked viscet whispered back to Cel and Hades stood there awkwardly.
Cel whispered something else and turned to look at Hades, who now blushed at the two ladies looking at him, “Walter? It can’t be. You don’t look a day different than you did then.” The cloaked viscet looked shocked and waved for them.
“Come on. Lets get inside before we get rained on.” She motioned down the path and Hades nodded, still confused but his eyes had faded to grey again. Cel remained out of the earring and Hades followed the two down the path. He only stopped when he saw why this place seemed familiar. The viscet had led them back to a small hut, surrounded by garden beds and trees protecting it from harsh weather. Hades felt tears form in his eyes and knew they must had shifted to blue at the memories. It was Cel’s house.
The viscet noticed his pause and turned to look at him, “I have kept good care of it. I couldn’t imagine this place falling to ruin once the master passed away.”
“Thank you…” Hades spoke, his voice breaking, “Thank you for taking care of her more than I could…”
“Hey, Walter. It’s alright. I was already here so it wasn’t any problem.” The viscet approached and looked into his eyes and that was when recognition kicked in.
“Mae?” Hades asked and she giggled a bit.
“Took you long enough Walter! Not all of us stay the same like you!” The viscet laughed and Hades was reminded of the small child the Cel had as an apprentice. Hades could see the child playing among the garden beds, left here when she was young as her parents had gone missing. That small child was now a full grown viscet and Hades hadn’t even remembered her in his grief. Hades hung his head and Mae looked at Cel confused.
“Come Walter, we have much to talk about.” Mae grabbed his arm and pulled him into the house.
...
“So, you are Hades? God of the Underworld?” Mae seemed shocked and leaned back in her chair as she considered the thought. Cel was hovering nearby, examining the house, overjoyed to be able to see it again.
Hades let Mae process it for a moment and then nodded, “I am Mae. That is why Cel can remain where I go. Her soul is captured in the bead on my ear and I keep her safe with me.”
Mae nodded a bit more and looked out the window as the rain battered the windowsill. Mae watched the rain for a bit and then turned back to Hades and Cel, “Well, I imagine you are tired.”
Hades looked at her puzzled, “You just learned I am the god of death and lord of the underworld yet you only ask if we are tired?”
“Yes, Wal… I mean Hades. I know you. If you tell me you are a god of death then I believe you. Plus you do have some pretty strong proof with Cel being here.” Mae looked at him, “I’m not a child anymore Hades.”
Hades nodded, “I suppose you have grown in these years.”
Mae rolled her eyes and gave him a grin, “I hope so. How terrifying would it be to find me still as a child!” She stuck her tongue out at him and he chuckled a bit.
Hades stepped up to it and was shocked to see Cel’s name and an engraving of her. How could this be Cel’s? It looked brand new besides the thick layer of grass growing over the surface. Hades fell to his knees and picked up the flowers, they couldn’t have been there for more than a few days and Hades looked up around the headstones. Cel’s was one of the few that seemed to be cared for but even among those, hers was the most pristine. Someone obviously was dedicating hours to taking care of the headstone. Hades felt tears welling up in his eyes and he looked once more at the engraving, letting his paw run over all the details etched into the rock before he stood.
He had forgotten flowers. How could he have forgotten flowers to bring to her grave? He turned in the direction of the exit and started making his way there when a small noise caught his attention. Cel’s spirit made a soft chime from his earring and he turned to see a viscet come from the woods, heading down the row to Cel’s headstone. The viscet wore a deep purple cloak and knelt by her headstone to replace the flowers with fresh ones.
Hades watched them for a moment as she brushed some leaves off the headstone and straightened the flowers. He felt his legs moving by themselves as he approached the viscet to ask them who they were. The cloaked viscet stood and started to make their way back to the woods the same way they came. Hades followed.
The viscet kept walking and Hades found the woods looking familiar, well as familiar as you could with woods anyways. This distraction caused him to catch up to the viscet who had now stopped walking to look back at Hades. He was too busy studying the trees to notice, well that is until he was punched in the jaw.
“Hey! What the he….” Hades looked at the viscet with red eyes and saw them standing there, ready with another punch if he did anything.
Hades took a step forward, growling softly when he felt Cel’s spirit moving within the earring. She rushed out and materialized between the two viscets. The cloaked viscet froze and then pushed back their cloak hood, revealing a viscet with purple flowing hair. Hades thought she looked familiar and Cel embraced her, whispering to her as the viscet cried.
“Oh master… I can’t believe I can see you again. I cannot believe you came back… I have missed you so…” The cloaked viscet whispered back to Cel and Hades stood there awkwardly.
Cel whispered something else and turned to look at Hades, who now blushed at the two ladies looking at him, “Walter? It can’t be. You don’t look a day different than you did then.” The cloaked viscet looked shocked and waved for them.
“Come on. Lets get inside before we get rained on.” She motioned down the path and Hades nodded, still confused but his eyes had faded to grey again. Cel remained out of the earring and Hades followed the two down the path. He only stopped when he saw why this place seemed familiar. The viscet had led them back to a small hut, surrounded by garden beds and trees protecting it from harsh weather. Hades felt tears form in his eyes and knew they must had shifted to blue at the memories. It was Cel’s house.
The viscet noticed his pause and turned to look at him, “I have kept good care of it. I couldn’t imagine this place falling to ruin once the master passed away.”
“Thank you…” Hades spoke, his voice breaking, “Thank you for taking care of her more than I could…”
“Hey, Walter. It’s alright. I was already here so it wasn’t any problem.” The viscet approached and looked into his eyes and that was when recognition kicked in.
“Mae?” Hades asked and she giggled a bit.
“Took you long enough Walter! Not all of us stay the same like you!” The viscet laughed and Hades was reminded of the small child the Cel had as an apprentice. Hades could see the child playing among the garden beds, left here when she was young as her parents had gone missing. That small child was now a full grown viscet and Hades hadn’t even remembered her in his grief. Hades hung his head and Mae looked at Cel confused.
“Come Walter, we have much to talk about.” Mae grabbed his arm and pulled him into the house.
...
“So, you are Hades? God of the Underworld?” Mae seemed shocked and leaned back in her chair as she considered the thought. Cel was hovering nearby, examining the house, overjoyed to be able to see it again.
Hades let Mae process it for a moment and then nodded, “I am Mae. That is why Cel can remain where I go. Her soul is captured in the bead on my ear and I keep her safe with me.”
Mae nodded a bit more and looked out the window as the rain battered the windowsill. Mae watched the rain for a bit and then turned back to Hades and Cel, “Well, I imagine you are tired.”
Hades looked at her puzzled, “You just learned I am the god of death and lord of the underworld yet you only ask if we are tired?”
“Yes, Wal… I mean Hades. I know you. If you tell me you are a god of death then I believe you. Plus you do have some pretty strong proof with Cel being here.” Mae looked at him, “I’m not a child anymore Hades.”
Hades nodded, “I suppose you have grown in these years.”
Mae rolled her eyes and gave him a grin, “I hope so. How terrifying would it be to find me still as a child!” She stuck her tongue out at him and he chuckled a bit.
The House of angels
Mae tucked the chair into the table and spotted Hades coming up the road with a viscet besides him. Mae went to greet him at the door and saw that it was a fairly young male viscet who was studying the area intently.
“Hades, How are you?” Mae called to him and he waved a greeting to her in return.
“Ah Mae, I miss that beautiful face when I am in the underworld.” Hades leaned on the fence to the garden and Mae began to walk down the path towards the pair. The male viscet hung back a bit and Mae looked at him.
“Hello Stranger, may I ask your name?” Mae questioned and turned her gaze to Hades who shook his head with a grin.
“Oh, uh, me?” The viscet stuttered and Mae chuckled a bit.
“I don’t see anyone else there,” She joked and he turned bright red.
“Oh, of course Miss.” He ducked his head in a bow, partially to hide his blushing and muttered a word that Mae struggled to hear. She looked at Hades again who mouthed it to her, Hermes.
“Ah, Hermes. You must have taken the name of the messenger god.” Mae asked and Hermes nodded quickly causing her to giggle more. “Well come on in you two! I will start a pot of tea for us.”
Mae led the pair into the house and went into the kitchen to start a kettle. Hermes sank into a chair and Hades stood before him, motioning for him to move. Hermes sprang up and hovered nearby awkwardly as Hades sat in the chair and chuckled.
“I only wanted you out of my seat Hermes, You can settle down and sit in any of the other chairs.” Hades laughed and Mae smiled at the exchange from in the kitchen.
She heard the squeak of Hermes sitting in another chair and came out with some tea cups. She handed each of the boys a cup and then frowned playfully at Hermes, “Oh, my apologies, but that is my chair.”
She burst into laughter as Hermes jumped to his feet, bowing his head in apology to Mae. Hermes looked at Hades confused to find him laughing as well. Realizing it was a joke, Hermes sat back down, blushing even more than before.
“Please relax Hermes, we are all friends here.” Mae spoke as she sat in a chair herself. She crossed her legs and sipped her tea gently, “So Hermes, you must be new.”
Hermes nodded and she motioned for him to go on, “Oh, well. Hades found me… Well picked me I should say, cause I was very sick ever since I was a child. He granted me this second life and now I will be able to travel like I always wanted to.”
Mae nodded slowly and Hades sipped his tea, listening to the pair speak. Mae followed Hades’s eyes to a painting of Cel and smiled before turning back to Hermes, “So you like to travel?”
Hermes nodded, “I never got to when I was sick so it would be amazing to be able to travel the world all I want.”
Mae smiled and sat forward on her seat, “Promise me you will bring me all sorts of plants from your travels?”
Hermes looked at her and saw the excitement in her eyes, “Oh, of course.”
She grinned happily and Hades smiled as well, “Well Mae, I will have to ask for a few things from your stores if you do not mind.”
Mae looked at Hades, “Oh of course! You are our largest customer afterall!”
Hades chuckled a bit, “Oh only cause I love to viscet the angels that live here.” He smiled at Mae who laughed.
“Don’t you have enough angels down in the underworld?” Mae chuckled and Hades laughed as well.
“Yes, but none as beautiful. Perhaps that is what we should call this garden. The House of Angels. Fits, doesn’t it?” Hades pondered a moment and then heard a chime from his earring as Cel agreed.
Mae nodded, “Very well. The House of Angels. Where the Lord of Death is our best customer.”
The trio laughed softly and Hermes took a sip of his tea, relaxing a bit in the company of the other two viscets.
“Hades, How are you?” Mae called to him and he waved a greeting to her in return.
“Ah Mae, I miss that beautiful face when I am in the underworld.” Hades leaned on the fence to the garden and Mae began to walk down the path towards the pair. The male viscet hung back a bit and Mae looked at him.
“Hello Stranger, may I ask your name?” Mae questioned and turned her gaze to Hades who shook his head with a grin.
“Oh, uh, me?” The viscet stuttered and Mae chuckled a bit.
“I don’t see anyone else there,” She joked and he turned bright red.
“Oh, of course Miss.” He ducked his head in a bow, partially to hide his blushing and muttered a word that Mae struggled to hear. She looked at Hades again who mouthed it to her, Hermes.
“Ah, Hermes. You must have taken the name of the messenger god.” Mae asked and Hermes nodded quickly causing her to giggle more. “Well come on in you two! I will start a pot of tea for us.”
Mae led the pair into the house and went into the kitchen to start a kettle. Hermes sank into a chair and Hades stood before him, motioning for him to move. Hermes sprang up and hovered nearby awkwardly as Hades sat in the chair and chuckled.
“I only wanted you out of my seat Hermes, You can settle down and sit in any of the other chairs.” Hades laughed and Mae smiled at the exchange from in the kitchen.
She heard the squeak of Hermes sitting in another chair and came out with some tea cups. She handed each of the boys a cup and then frowned playfully at Hermes, “Oh, my apologies, but that is my chair.”
She burst into laughter as Hermes jumped to his feet, bowing his head in apology to Mae. Hermes looked at Hades confused to find him laughing as well. Realizing it was a joke, Hermes sat back down, blushing even more than before.
“Please relax Hermes, we are all friends here.” Mae spoke as she sat in a chair herself. She crossed her legs and sipped her tea gently, “So Hermes, you must be new.”
Hermes nodded and she motioned for him to go on, “Oh, well. Hades found me… Well picked me I should say, cause I was very sick ever since I was a child. He granted me this second life and now I will be able to travel like I always wanted to.”
Mae nodded slowly and Hades sipped his tea, listening to the pair speak. Mae followed Hades’s eyes to a painting of Cel and smiled before turning back to Hermes, “So you like to travel?”
Hermes nodded, “I never got to when I was sick so it would be amazing to be able to travel the world all I want.”
Mae smiled and sat forward on her seat, “Promise me you will bring me all sorts of plants from your travels?”
Hermes looked at her and saw the excitement in her eyes, “Oh, of course.”
She grinned happily and Hades smiled as well, “Well Mae, I will have to ask for a few things from your stores if you do not mind.”
Mae looked at Hades, “Oh of course! You are our largest customer afterall!”
Hades chuckled a bit, “Oh only cause I love to viscet the angels that live here.” He smiled at Mae who laughed.
“Don’t you have enough angels down in the underworld?” Mae chuckled and Hades laughed as well.
“Yes, but none as beautiful. Perhaps that is what we should call this garden. The House of Angels. Fits, doesn’t it?” Hades pondered a moment and then heard a chime from his earring as Cel agreed.
Mae nodded, “Very well. The House of Angels. Where the Lord of Death is our best customer.”
The trio laughed softly and Hermes took a sip of his tea, relaxing a bit in the company of the other two viscets.
A New Face
Fera ducked and watched the attacker come as she pulled out her short sword. She danced around them, dodging their attacks as she drew in the dirt with her feet. She dropped to the ground, thrusting her sword into the ground at the edge of the design she had made as she cried out, “Banf!”
The ground erupted in a series of earthquakes within the symbol, throwing her attacker off balance. The recovered and jumped to safety outside the symbol. They drew their sword and readied themselves to attack again. Fera pulled her sword from the ground and ran her paw down the shortened blade muttering, “Give me strength.”
Suddenly her sword erupted into a black flame like substance and Fera steadied herself, waiting for the attack. The other viscet launched themselves at her and she swung her sword, cleaving theirs in half and cutting into their arm. They screamed and threw a thrust with their broken sword at her back but she was able to spin and counter the thrust. She deflected their blade into the ground and quickly thrust onto their hand while calling out, “Jaanx.”
The earth solidified around the blade, slowly growing up the sword and trapping it within the rock. The attacker desperately tried to pull it from the earth but it was stuck fast. Fera tapped her blade and the flames vanished and she sheathed it on her back, turning away from the viscet as they struggled with their sword. They abandoned the sword in the rock and tried to punch Fera from behind but she ducked and spun her leg back, catching their legs and sending them to the ground. Fera turned to look at them, drawing her sword in an effortless motion and put the tip to their throat.
“Remain down. The spell on your sword with wear off in about an hour. You are lucky I am in a forgiving mood this time. Now leave me and the town be.” Fera hissed at the viscet who closed their eyes and remained on the ground.
Fera retrieved her cloak and pulled it back on, hiding the short sword on her back and pulled the cowl back up over her head. She began walking back to the town when she was greeted by another cloaked figure, “You must be Fera. I have heard rumors of your abilities.”
Fera turned to look at the stranger and frowned, “Pardon me, but I don’t know you.”
“You wouldn’t. I am from a few towns over and just here for a few supplies.” The stranger removed their hood to reveal a grey female viscet with purple locks around her face, “My name is Mae.”
Fera bowed her head in respect and removed her own hood, “Pardon my rude behavior Mae. I was put in a foul mood by that smuggler who was attempting to steal away visclings.”
“Understandable. I apologize for not aiding in the fight but I figured it may be better to watch from a distance and help if it seemed you needed it.” Mae spoke and Fera smiled.
“I appreciate that traveler. Come, let me show you to the inn to get you some food.”
Fera and Mae walked into the town and Mae surveyed the buildings curiously. Once they reached the inn Fera spoke, “What do you think of our modest little town?”
“It is incredible. My town couldn’t even compare. It is hardly a corner of yours.” Mae smiled at her and they entered the warm in where they were greeted by a friendly bar keep.
“What can I get you and your friend Fera?”
“Still serving tea Frank?” Fera asked and he nodded. Mae nodded in agreement and he went to get them both a glass of tea.
“One of the few inns I have ever been to that serves tea.” Mae mentioned and Fera nodded.
“Frank started doing it just for me since I don’t drink.” Fera sat at a table with Mae, “So, tell me about your town. What do you do there?”
Mae smiled as she settled into the chair across from Fera and shed her cloak, “Oh, I grow herbs and other various plants. I then sell them in the town or make concoctions with them.”
“So you make medications and potions?” Fera asked curious and Mae nodded.
“Yes, in short, I do. I mostly specialize in healing but one of my companions specializes in poisons and another in a variety of spells. People from the town can come to us and request certain potions for their ailments but we only give dangerous ones to a single group of clientele.”
“Clientele? Who? Who would need dangerous potions?” Fera asked and Mae laughed.
“That complicated. If you ever come visit the garden, perhaps I will tell you more over a cup of our own home grown tea.” Mae laughed a bit more, bowing her head and offering a coin to the bar keep Frank as he settled the cups of tea on the table, “Anyways, I am just here for some supplies. We like to continue to grow our garden with different varieties and so I was send to collect seed samples from a few of the local markets.”
Fera nodded and watched Mae sip her tea before she drank her own. The chatted about minor things for a while before Mae excused herself to go rest in one of the inn rooms. Fera offered to cover the charge but Mae shook her head, “You were gracious enough to keep me company for the time I was here and gave me plenty of information about plant varieties I should look into. You certainly have a knack for plants and your other gifts must help with that huh?”
Fera frowned a bit, “Please do not go around telling of what you saw earlier. Please.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. Your secret is safe with me.” Mae began to climb the stairs but then turned back to face Fera, “However, if you ever need a place to stay, our garden is always welcome to you.”
Fera nodded politely, figuring she would most likely never need it, but asked anyways, “And what is this garden of yours called, if I have to find it?”
Mae smiled again, “It is called the House of Angels.” She bowed her head in respect to Fera and dismissed herself with a goodnight.
The ground erupted in a series of earthquakes within the symbol, throwing her attacker off balance. The recovered and jumped to safety outside the symbol. They drew their sword and readied themselves to attack again. Fera pulled her sword from the ground and ran her paw down the shortened blade muttering, “Give me strength.”
Suddenly her sword erupted into a black flame like substance and Fera steadied herself, waiting for the attack. The other viscet launched themselves at her and she swung her sword, cleaving theirs in half and cutting into their arm. They screamed and threw a thrust with their broken sword at her back but she was able to spin and counter the thrust. She deflected their blade into the ground and quickly thrust onto their hand while calling out, “Jaanx.”
The earth solidified around the blade, slowly growing up the sword and trapping it within the rock. The attacker desperately tried to pull it from the earth but it was stuck fast. Fera tapped her blade and the flames vanished and she sheathed it on her back, turning away from the viscet as they struggled with their sword. They abandoned the sword in the rock and tried to punch Fera from behind but she ducked and spun her leg back, catching their legs and sending them to the ground. Fera turned to look at them, drawing her sword in an effortless motion and put the tip to their throat.
“Remain down. The spell on your sword with wear off in about an hour. You are lucky I am in a forgiving mood this time. Now leave me and the town be.” Fera hissed at the viscet who closed their eyes and remained on the ground.
Fera retrieved her cloak and pulled it back on, hiding the short sword on her back and pulled the cowl back up over her head. She began walking back to the town when she was greeted by another cloaked figure, “You must be Fera. I have heard rumors of your abilities.”
Fera turned to look at the stranger and frowned, “Pardon me, but I don’t know you.”
“You wouldn’t. I am from a few towns over and just here for a few supplies.” The stranger removed their hood to reveal a grey female viscet with purple locks around her face, “My name is Mae.”
Fera bowed her head in respect and removed her own hood, “Pardon my rude behavior Mae. I was put in a foul mood by that smuggler who was attempting to steal away visclings.”
“Understandable. I apologize for not aiding in the fight but I figured it may be better to watch from a distance and help if it seemed you needed it.” Mae spoke and Fera smiled.
“I appreciate that traveler. Come, let me show you to the inn to get you some food.”
Fera and Mae walked into the town and Mae surveyed the buildings curiously. Once they reached the inn Fera spoke, “What do you think of our modest little town?”
“It is incredible. My town couldn’t even compare. It is hardly a corner of yours.” Mae smiled at her and they entered the warm in where they were greeted by a friendly bar keep.
“What can I get you and your friend Fera?”
“Still serving tea Frank?” Fera asked and he nodded. Mae nodded in agreement and he went to get them both a glass of tea.
“One of the few inns I have ever been to that serves tea.” Mae mentioned and Fera nodded.
“Frank started doing it just for me since I don’t drink.” Fera sat at a table with Mae, “So, tell me about your town. What do you do there?”
Mae smiled as she settled into the chair across from Fera and shed her cloak, “Oh, I grow herbs and other various plants. I then sell them in the town or make concoctions with them.”
“So you make medications and potions?” Fera asked curious and Mae nodded.
“Yes, in short, I do. I mostly specialize in healing but one of my companions specializes in poisons and another in a variety of spells. People from the town can come to us and request certain potions for their ailments but we only give dangerous ones to a single group of clientele.”
“Clientele? Who? Who would need dangerous potions?” Fera asked and Mae laughed.
“That complicated. If you ever come visit the garden, perhaps I will tell you more over a cup of our own home grown tea.” Mae laughed a bit more, bowing her head and offering a coin to the bar keep Frank as he settled the cups of tea on the table, “Anyways, I am just here for some supplies. We like to continue to grow our garden with different varieties and so I was send to collect seed samples from a few of the local markets.”
Fera nodded and watched Mae sip her tea before she drank her own. The chatted about minor things for a while before Mae excused herself to go rest in one of the inn rooms. Fera offered to cover the charge but Mae shook her head, “You were gracious enough to keep me company for the time I was here and gave me plenty of information about plant varieties I should look into. You certainly have a knack for plants and your other gifts must help with that huh?”
Fera frowned a bit, “Please do not go around telling of what you saw earlier. Please.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. Your secret is safe with me.” Mae began to climb the stairs but then turned back to face Fera, “However, if you ever need a place to stay, our garden is always welcome to you.”
Fera nodded politely, figuring she would most likely never need it, but asked anyways, “And what is this garden of yours called, if I have to find it?”
Mae smiled again, “It is called the House of Angels.” She bowed her head in respect to Fera and dismissed herself with a goodnight.