I eyed the clump of weeds that sat in the blistering heat.
Dewbells.
Gorgeous clusters of flowers that made
At the moment, they were hideous. Clumps of skinny seedlings that struggled to rise in the sweltering sun. They were an odd shade of green and blue, scrawny stems that were covered in unblossomed leaves and tiny colored bulbs.
I couldn’t wait for them to fully bloom.
This is my first time growing plants by myself.
After papa helped me settle on what I should grow, he left me to my own device to learn how to grow them. It took a while for me to actually plant them. My magical ability was nowhere near powerful enough to grow tulips, let alone Dewbells.
It took a few months of training with papa to finally muster enough magical prowess. Dewbell seeds grow off of a specific type potion laced water, sunlight, and magic energy. My energy levels were pathetic. Not enough to summon a ball from my palms nor enough to seep into the soil to feed into the hungry seeds.
It took months, but now I’m able to help my seeds grow into the plants they are meant to be.
It is a slow, grueling process.
A feat that I can only accomplish once a week.
Thankfully, I’ll be able to-
“Hey.”
I yelped, water canteen fumbling in my hand at the random voice that spoke up. I turned around, startled gaze landing on the person behind me. I instantly relaxed at the sight of Kalen. “Oh, Kalen. You scared me.” I huffed. “I was going to take those sandwiches up to you when I was done watering my plants.” I fiddled with the knobs, twisting until the water shut off. “Help yourself to them. Have as many as you want.”
Kalen wandered over to the table, eyeing the plate that was stacked high with sandwiches. They weren't anything fancy. Some of them were smoked ham and a blend of spicy, melted cheese. Others were a type of club sandwiches that consisted of smoked ham, fresh lettuce and tomatoes, melted cheese, and spicy mayo.
“Did you make these?” He asks.
“I helped papa make some of them.” I answered, “He made most of them.”
A frown made its way to his face.
“Is there something wrong?”
He probed a stuffed ham sandwich. The frown on his face grew as cheese began to spill out. Removing his and ignoring the cheese that was spilling onto the other sandwiches, Kalen glared at me. “What are you doing?”
“I just finished washing the dishes.” I motioned towards the freshly washed dishes. “Now I have to water my plants.”
As I heaved the canteen from the sink, I could hear Kalen grumble to himself. I carefully made my way off the stool I was standing on, arms straining against the weight of the canteen. I shuffled away from the sink, eyeing Kalen as he continued to stand in front of me. “Did you need something else?” I asked, “Did you want to join me?”
Kalen stared.
“No?”
Taking a step to the left, Kalen motioned for me to walk.
“You're weird.” I responded, beginning my shuffle towards the door. “You might want to put on some gloves. Some of the plants we have are poisonous.”
“Where-”
“You can borrow one of my brother’s. Papa doesn’t like it when people touch his gloves.” I interrupted. I nodded my head towards where our gloves are kept. Each glove was separated by a hook. “Joaquin and Antonio won’t care if you use their gloves. They don’t really use them. Probably because they don’t come out to the garden a lot.”
Kalen didn’t respond, merely snatching Joaquin’s pair from the hook and slipping them on. Thankfully the door was already open so all I had to do was awkwardly shuffle my way out into the garden. Carefully making my way through the rows of flowers and bushes of herbs, I finally made it to my patch of Dewbells.
I could tell that they were in a desperate need of some water.
“What the fuck is that?”
“These are Dewbells!” I happily answered, “I’m growing them myself.”
“They're ugly.”
“Hey!” I gasped, offended by the insult. “There are only seedlings!” I continued with a scowl, “It takes time for them to bloom!”
“They’re still ugly.”
I shot him a glare. “There’s no need to be so mean.”
“I was being honest.”
“You could’ve been nicer about it.”
Thick welts of green vines bloomed with colorful flowers and weeds. They coiled amongst each other, tangled in a dangerous mess of pretty petals, poisonous bristles, and gentle lavender. The smell, slight and comforting, wafted from the entwined heap into the air, mingling pleasantly with the smell of my papa’s homemade fertilizer and my dad’s honeycomb. It was soothing. Sitting in the midst of my family garden, surrounded by the lot of pretty poisonous flowers, plump veggies, and thickening honey, it was something I found comforting. Perhaps it was the familiar smells that brought on my favorite memories. Whatever free time I have is usually spent here. I would be curled up at the top of my favorite tree, either with my tablet or my book, enjoying the atmosphere the garden offered. Hunkering down in the treehouse my dad made me, peeking out to watch my favorite plants slowly bloom and grow. Sweet strawberries. Ripening peaches and plums. Tart green apples. Blooming honeysu
I eagerly began to make my way towards our home. The idea of filling my stomach with as many grilled cheeses as I want excited me. Though the sun was shining, a cool breeze recently began to threaten the once warm weather. A warning that winter was approaching. Knowing that winter was coming, the craving for something hot has become a familiar occurrence. It usually happens when winter begins to roll around. Beef and potato riddles stews or spicy chili are my favorites for times like this. But since I'm hungry now, and papa doesn't have the time to make either one, I'll happily settle on a cheesy grilled cheese. I flung the door open, skipping into the kitchen. I tossed my gloves in their usual spot beside the door before making a bee-line towards the living room. I was tired from working in the garden all day and I wanted nothing more than to snuggle into my blanket cocoon and watch cartoons. Diving for the piles of blankets that I left on the couch, I easily manipulated it i
Papa hated it when people disturbed him while he was cooking. It doesn't matter what he was making. He could be boiling water, the second any of my brothers or my dad tries to talk to him, they get his wrath. It wasn't long before Antonio's dramatic tale turned into a squeal of pain. "What have I told you about coming into my kitchen while I'm cooking?!" Papa hollered. I peered around Joaquin, watching as papa dragged Antonio into the living room. With a firm grip on his ear, papa continued his scolding. "You may look like your dad, but you have my brain! How could you do something so stupid?!" "You just said I had your-ow! Papa!" Antonio screeched as papa tugged, "This is abuse!" "I'll show you abuse if you finish that sentence!" He threatened. Papa scowled down at my brother, rolling his eyes at the pout that grew on his lips. "You pout like your dad." "I'll take that as a compliment." "Do that." Papa turned his attention towards me. "Why did my second gremlin come barging
I wiggled out of my cocoon, ready to devour the mountain of sandwiches I’m sure my papa made me. My brothers hurriedly followed after me, stomachs loudly rumbling at the thought of eating their food. As we entered the kitchen, we were met with plates piled high with our desired sandwiches. I made a beeline towards my chair, plopping down and snatching a sandwich from the plate. Slivers of melted cheese and crunchy bacon poked from the sandwich. The bread was still warm, slightly greasy from the amount of butter he used to make it. I gave it a light squeeze, “Thank you, papa!” “Welcome, sweetie.” I sunk my teeth into the grilled cheese. Crispy bacon and hot cheese. It was one of the best things on earth. As my feet wiggled happily, barely chewing what was already in my mouth, I went in for another bite. I couldn’t shovel away like my brothers could. They both mastered the art of inhaling a mass amount of food. It’s a skill I yearned to have. “Slow down, Noémie.” Papa warne
“I smell sandwiches!” “Dad!” I squealed out with my mouth full. “Papa made me grilled cheese!” “I see. It looks delicious sweetheart.” He ruffled my messy curls. As I tried to dodge his rough tousle, dad turned his attention towards papa. “Do you think papa made dad any?” I grumbled, “I don’t know.” Papa snorted at my comment, swatting dad’s hand away from my hair. He planted a kiss on his sweaty cheek, grumbling in disgust at the feeling. “Tony, your face is covered in sweat.” “Don’t act like you don’t like it.” “Not when I’m not the cause of it.” Papa pouted. His pout grew as he gestured towards dad's shiny face. “This is disgusting.” “I’ll go wash my face.” “And I’ll plate your sub.” As dad left to wash his face, papa turned his attention to plating dad’s food. Unlike papa, dad enjoyed his meatball sub without any cheese. He’ll get a craving for one with it every now and then, but usually he enjoys it without it. It wasn’t long before dad came back downstairs. His face wa
I hated sweating. It made my curly hair poofy and I always felt gross afterwards. The yearn to scrub my grew as I laid sprawled out on the floor, huffing and puffing as I attempted to catch my breath. I’m taking a bubble bath as soon as I get home. Maybe I can convince my dads to let me use a bath bomb. I was in the mood to smell like a rose. “Break over!” A loud wave of groans echoed throughout the room. I slowly heaved myself off the cool floor, sauntering over to the cushioned rails. I easily shifted my body as the instructor demanded that we got in position. She glared at us, eyeing our position with a stern gaze. Her gaze would sharpen when she noticed something she didn’t approve of. A foot a few inches away from its proper place. A back not straightened as it should be. It took a few minutes before her gaze softened. She nodded in approval, “Good.” She gracefully sauntered over to the other side of the room, fishing a remote from her pocket. I forced myself to rel
Ruby snorted loudly when she heard that. Wandering over to where we are, Ruby joined me on the floor. She smugly teased Tawny, “I told you so.”“I forget that you two are so violent.”“You also forget that you're annoying.”“I’m not annoying!” Tawny scowls, “I’m unique. My mom says it's a part of my charm!”I giggled, “Uh-huh.”“Right.” Ruby sarcastically agreed.A playful scowl grew on Tawny’s face as we giggled at her. It took Ruby’s giggling turning into her familiar cackling snort for her to break. She shoved Ruby, “You sound like a pig!”“I can’t help it!” Ruby covers her face as she snorts again. “I’m unique! My mom says-”Tawny’s cheeks slowly began to bloom into a bright red. “Ruby!” She whines, “Shut up!” Ruby cackles at the sight of her flushed face. “Y-Your face!”“I can’t help it!” Tawny placed her hands on her cheeks. She slowly began to rub them, attempting to will the redness away. I raised my hands above my head, stretching my aching limbs as I listened to Tawny grum
The rest of the walk was full of playful banter. Antonio told me about his experiences when it came to salt baths. I giggled as he explained how Joaquin tricked him for taking a salt bath after a gnarly training. “He used his claws to cut me. Deeper than normal because he was not in a good mood.” “Uh-huh.” “I completely forgot about them when I wanted to take a bath.” He continued. “Do not do what I did.” He added with a snort, “The pain was horrible. Salt and open wounds do not mix at all.” “I’ll try to remember.” “You do that.” Antonio said as he strolled into our yard. “Let dad and papa know that I’m going to finish up my run with Joaquin. Will be back home a bit later.” “Kay!” I chirped as I carefully climbed down from my brother's back. Accepting my bag, I turned around and scurried towards the house. I know Antonio wouldn’t leave until he physically saw me entering our home. As soon as I entered the house, I could hear my parents arguing. It isn’t something that happens