When Wen awoke, the two were already sitting on the ground, glaring at each other through sullen eyes, and Wen went about a "kilometre" to wash herself in the stream, and she felt the water gently hug her figure. She had found a mossy stone nearby, and as she stood, half-naked, in the blinding morning light, scrubbing at her body.
She was beginning to go through puberty, and so now had a few pimples on her forehead. At home she'd been able to wash her face with soap, but this time the girl simply kneel down and was on her knees, for she didn't want any passers-by through the grasslands to see a nude child. Damsel in distress. Oh bother.
Then, the kid put her dress back on, affectionately stroking the top part, but at the same time she thought of how she always felt more comfortable with her body when wearing shorts. Huh. She was weird, wasn't she??
And then Wen went back, but she stopped behind the Australian-wattle-like tree, holding her breath, for the two adults were bickering frightfully. At first, Wen thought it marvellous that she was like a book heroine, standing behind a big plant and listening in to a ... secretive conversation?? But the colour drained from her face when she heard the following...
"If ye don't softe' the lordling's heart, then may-bee I'll kill the gurlle," The dwarf grinned, lips curling. He touched his pocket knife at that and the woman tensed. "I don't expect ye to make 'im fall to yarr knees, bu'..."
"I understand, I'll do what I can," and then, the woman went over - knelt down, falling to her knees, and kissed the dwarf softly on his lips. Wen almost gagged. Sure, she'd seen teen movies and Game of Thrones but of course, she just couldn't endure the sight of kissing - softly as slowly, as if one's mouth were a feather or a cheese pudding.
The dwarf was surprised, but he didn't push away, and simply mumbled something. Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew eeeeek.... I gotta punch somethinn'... the girl thought to herself in disgust. This was beyond okay, and the fact that she was here, now, overhearing - heck, seeing this thing be done - she felt helpless.
And that was when the girl crossed a meter to the South; the two couldn't see because there was a thick, vine-crept fence in front of them - where the last grave ended. Wen was still afraid - why on earth would Euginie begin to dig up a grave, and then fall asleep, and now kiss this unknown creature..? Well, the girl did not wish to guess, and she now held in between her fingers on her right arm a sort of twig. It wasn't like the ones the woman and the dwarf used - it was thick (for its' size), and knobbly, and not smooth!
But that was when the "inner bull", as Lilliane would whisper into the girl's ear when the teacher wasn't looking, when she was feeling particularly nasty - kicked in. It charged at a man holding up a red flag, and snot came out of its' nostrils but still it leaped up. And Een was like this; her eyes darkened, the little brown chestnuts, no spark in them. Her lips were suddenly a thin line, because being this inappropriate involved some sly skill, and she hated to think of that. So, if those two weirdos could cast spells with sticks, then so could Wen (she'd seen Euginie "invent" a blanket for them to sleep on)!
The girl marched swiftly in behind them, crossing back - making a U-turn by the fence - and stood, hands shaking in anticipation, eyes moist and breath caught in her throat. She choked soundlessly, clutching at her throat, and then gulped at air savagely... hopefully, the two were rather absorbed - ahem - to hear anything, and snorting and other sounds could be heard in the distance of five meters.
Now, Blodwena held the stick even tighter in her hands, and tried remembering a Latin lesson that she'd been taught about in Year Four, back when she still went to a private school (the girl had had to move as her parents lacked much money)... "Right," she told herself under her breath, thinking hard "Right... What I want to say, is - exactly - ...DECIDANT GENUA MALUM!" And she raised her stick, just as she'd seen Harry Potter do it, and spat out those words in a violent whip, each word a separate stroke.
What dear Wen had wanted to say "let them fall to their knees", which lacked the important word sua, instead she had used her last word as "malum" which was, inconveniently, an apple. Thus, as she said those words, a brussel sprout began coming out of the tip of the twig, and it stretched so long in a matter of picoseconds (in Earthian Time), that one second later everything had changed, and Wen only had to blink once to not be able to ever again witness the magic of her first spell.
In fact, apple or no apple - a spout had risen up - and out the tip of the twig - so that it looked quite funny - it had blasted out in a mass of energy and somehow managed to grasp the dwarf by his lower lip and yank it aside, so the creature howled and his toes most likely curled.
"Thffffff—" he spat out "—ease..." , but the plant only yanked more and more. Euginie stood, shaking, staring, dumbstruck, and crying. Tears streamed down her face, her hands curled and she screeched out a rude word. "—"
"Don't say it," Wen told her warningly. "I have... this... mighty thing!"
The woman glared. All previous light had gone out of her face, and she marched to Wen, fingers digging into the chin of the girl as she held up her face. "You little... insolent brat-face mahogany!" She yelled. "My baby... you ambushed him, stupid traitor!! And you aren't even the One... not the Helper... oh, it has been a mistake!"
Wen round-house kicked Euginie just below her stomach, and then shot a punch at her breasts. "What in the blood did you say??" She howled. "What in the stupid earth and this dwarf who you were being all sticky with just say? I have been waiting... I travelled across a cliff, the freaking dwarf himself bit a cord into my gums and tongue, and I still feel the metal... and I encountered red eyes two times and taught your boyfriend a lesson when suddenly you are saying that, damn, I can't serve in a castle anymore and wear clothes that are beautiful?? I want to lead this life, you... she-cat!"
Euginie stared. This was enough, this... this had crossed all limits! So, she went over
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