Ash had swept her away the night they had finally reunited at the cemetery. From that night Cypress had been moving clothing into his house. She took a closet and nothing more, she often slept wherever Ash slept keeping close to her Ulfric as a Skoll should. Cypress sold her house in the garden district; with the money she bought herself a small studio in downtown. There was where she spent most of her time when Ash was working. He had made it clear that he did not need protection while he was working. Though, Cypress only pressed the issue once, and that was all. His word was law after all.
Within the small studio, she had enough space to work. The idea of opening a store front was tempting. Cypress could sell all her creations to whoever wanted to purchase them. At the moment however her fingers were using her rotary phone to call her Aunt Harmon. The receiver pressed to her ear as she listened to the ring tones before her aunt’s voice came on the line.
“Cypress…?” The older woman’s voice said without Cypress saying a word. It was just how the Harmon women were. Her aunt being a powerful witch in her own right.
“You have not called since Blaise.” Her Aunt said now with a pause. “You are very much your father’s child.” Cypress never had to say much to her Aunt. The woman just knew certain things.
“Aunt, I need a favor.” Cypress finally said when her aunt gave enough of a pause to allow her to speak.
“I don’t know where Thea is. I would send her over if I knew. She’s been more of a recluse since Blaise.” There was a proud yet sad tone to her Aunt’s voice when she spoke about her daughter Blaise. “If I see her I will send her the message that you want her.”
Cypress made a small noise of agreement. “Who can I contact, if you cannot speak with Thea?”
Her aunt took a longer pause. Cypress could hear the soft clinking sounds of crystals being used and other tools that her Aunt needed. “There is a woman… voodoo… a darker magic than my own... Ophelia. Find her ask her advice. There is also a man… his power is close to one you’ve come in contact with.” A long pause. Cypress parted her baby mouth to speak when her Aunt started again “I understand you don’t want that power. It’s too close to what cursed you now.” Another pause, then “Cypress… look for Eden. Your sister will be there.” Before Cypress could say or ask what that meant the phone went dead.
