THAT ILLUSION || ONC 2021

~•{Chapter #04}•~

"Tea packs? More of pepo and others less. Why on the Earth you will need these?" She enquired with her shot up brows.

"Reviving the Wiccan strength madame!" Eir said cautiously.

"Thoughtful! Add ales to revive this mad snarl. She will die in starvation," she said while her pink green orbs scanned Mordana's ravens.

'Here I get to see a concerned paranoid! Lord make her disappear,' she yelled inside their minds while her teeth chewed her lip. Eir and Serephina giggled while someone sealed their portal.

"That was a wasteful joke! Come down in seven flicks and take up your patronising souls along. Sir Azarious wants them to accompany you. Their five intact senses would be worth trusting than... Whatever!" Her words tossed them with emotions and expressions of tiredness.

"Sure madame we will take them along and be down in ten..."

"Seven flicks and now it's six left." Stating that she evaporated like mist in the warmth of the streaks.

"Helly Morning! The ale and sleep were sued!" Mordana yelped and fell on the mattress with a sigh.

"Finally your ale worked to end like this! Get up and work," Eir said while she rushed to freshen for the porting rites.

"True! I am gonna call my boy," Mordana said merrily.

"Help us, sweetheart!" Serephina and Eir requested in unison.

"Alright sloths! I will do that. You guys do the oils and foams. Be simple its not any ball." With that Mordana called,

'Musterig Ormr!'
(Muster Ormr!)

while whistling across the window to make her pet visit her. The delicately waving mammalian wings became the clouds while the muscled raven-grey spiked spine sprinted the sky like a serpent. There he stood with his whisks teasing his nostril fumes, he was Ormr, Mora's soul protector, her dragon. She kept her palm on his head and stroked him for a few moments.

"You get to see Earth with me." Hearing that Ormr shook his head in joy. It was his dream to visit Earth with her.

"But remember, it's not like Aetherth. We don't know how long we will stay. Get ready and come in some flicks. Bring along Calypso and Xilon." When she was done, he brushed his head on her palms and then disappeared quiet and fast.

Without wasting any moment, the three did freshen up and climb down the loop curvy stairs in their white laced light robes that were hemmed in golden florals along with soothing ruby flames for Serephina, dark furred wolf crooning at the sickle moon for Mordana and an ancient grain clock for Eir. Their Wiccan look enthralled some attention, but they kept moving hastily towards their destiny. Within the exact six holy flicks, they were at the entrance of porting chamber.

Sir Azarious along with Ms Valerie greeted them with a courteous smile. His beaming smile features clearly welcomed them, yet Valerie's coy twisted the doing. They kept low and stood there for the assigned obligation.

"Walk into the virtuous room. But where are your guards?" Azarious asked.

"They would be..." Before Serephina could finish, kindred babbles of care did collide the ancient walls of the academy.

She ran towards the teak wood-rimmed window to ensure if that's what it was. Her eyes saw the beautiful trio approaching them. They were Calypso, Ormr and Xilon.

The beautiful sanguine coated wings on a milky sleek build along with the severe falcula that was peeling the invisible layers; with gold-dipped beak united to a tailed trunk of a white lion. It was Calypso, Serephina's Gryphon.