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When she yelled, Thorne had leapt off the cot, narrowly missing the roof and knocking a good amount of plants, materials and ingredients off the walls. As she rushed to the door, Thorne appeared afraid and in distress.
‘if the rumours and stories I’ve heard about love potions are true, things will only get worse’
While getting up, Thistle’s inner voice murmured.
“No is not an option, what do you mean No?Thorne, what exactly do you mean?”
The Witch inquired, attempting to keep her voice level and not reflect her anxiety, as she was becoming increasingly nervous and alarmed, Something she is finding herself feeling a lot today.
"I'm not leaving, NO! You'll just have to stay with ME!."
Thorne answered agitated and downright upset, her body completely blocking Thistles in her own home.
Thistle took a deep breath.
"But that wasn't what I was saying Thorne,
I was-"
"NO"
"just listen to-"
"YOU CAN'T!"
"Your startin-"
"NO!"
"Thorne!"
"NO!, you're not leaving me, I CAN'T stand the thought of you leaving me so I won't let YOU!, Not until you like ME" Sounding desperate, Not even listening to witch, seeking to only focus and hear her own thoughts, the repercussions of Thorne's words scarring the small woman,now feeling caged and making her want to hide in a corner.
Then the lady announced.
"I told myself I wasn't going home till I had found something."
"Like what Thorne"
"Something to love,'' she added
"And then what? Introduce me to Mummy and Daddy?" Thistle quipped not really thinking, her words dripping sarcasm trying to deal with all of Thorne's emotions and feelings.
"Well of course, the king and queen"
Frog cracks
"K-king… and.... Queen.....
You're the Princess, Princess Thorne!?" Thistle screamed, mortified and frozen to the spot.
'Her name, how did I not know!? I am dead. All because of this Princess!'
"Oh thistle, it's alright dear they'll get it, it's okay I love you."her attitude turned upside down, distressing the poor witch with that honey sweet voice, frightening her with how prickly their whole damian had changed, now stuck with fear all because of one potion.
"I've got you dear, It's all going to be ok, my parents will understand."
In Thistle's shocked state, she had not realised the princess had moved to her and started holding her hand in trying to comfort the small woman, saying sweet nothing to the shaken one, probably to try and calm her. Not noticed how rough the Princess hand was against her own soft palm.
"Well aaa-umm.. uhhh..."
The witch eyes seeing and taking in nothing
'I'm a dead girl walking, Think thistle, think....Robert! He has to help me! Okay, plan! I can get this fixed before anyone can find out and have me killed.'
Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she searched for the right words still not taking in the world around her.
"I have to go on a... trip
to get more ingredients and quite a few other things for my work….
you can come with me."
Sounding uneasy and unsure.
Thorne's eyes widened and sparkled as if she had just been given the moon and stars.
"I can show you all the nicest spots in the
land and get you anything you want,
my little thistle." She grinned, now clasping both of the witch's hands, causing Thistle to stress more now realising how close thorne is to her and their hands.
"I have to pack...
do you have a horse or uh-um something you come here on?" Thistle offered as she tried to wrestle her hands back, the Princess probably can't even feel it, and wrote a mental list of what she would need.
"Of course I do, she is back in town, with your friend Robert, he's holding her for me."
"How nice of him."
'Of course he is'
"Wait outside for me, I'll be right back out."
Thorne was obviously displeased and saddened about the idea but did what Thistle said and slowly stepped out the front door.
For the first time since this all started the Witch felt like she could breathe again but could not stop for long or for she would start crying.
She began hastily packing potions, notebooks, ingredients, tools and camping equipment.
A few years ago she had acquired a bag of holding from a clinic, it was a simple worn brown leather messenger bag, quite tiny but could hold all she needed for this adventure.
In her haste she remembered to snatch her witch hat that has a wide brim to help hide her from the sun.
With one of her hands on the strap of her bag, she went to step outside the door and prayed she had everything she needed and was prepared for what was to come.