Lost and Found?

"No, not really, I guess I don't hate hate Samhain," Bel admitted to the young man, "I just hate what the approaching festival does to me, my abilities and how it makes me turn into... a, a not-so-nice version of myself at times," she admitted glumly.

"Ahh, sure?" Bel said, now sort of surprised when he asked to come in, the room was embarrassingly messy, she realised as she hurriedly picked up a few things and threw them on the bed.

"That is, if you can find your way through the aftermath of tornado Bell and aren't afraid I'll yell at you again .." she said, uncertain that he wanted to actually be in the same room as a slightly unhinged goddess reincarnate.

Watching him curiously as he entered her room unaffected as if she hadn't just yelled at him or made him uncomfortable, Bel wrinkled her brow, "You're a witch? Like a druid witch?" she asked with interest now. She liked witches, witches were ...useful, powerful too. The gods, her gods anyways, had an affinity and closeness to some witches, mages, and wizards.

"'I'm Bel, short for Beltane," she said to Jeremiah as Bel stepped back and let him by her into the room.

"It's an amulet, about this big, - here she made a round shape with her hands about the size of a silver dollar, a bit larger though- "it's a smooth round silver blue moonstone amulet that the goddess gave to me," Bel told him.

Bel gave a satisfied smile at Jeremiah's reaction to her name. "Beltane as in the goddess," she replied simply with a tiny, secret smile.

"Of course," she said, her tone now more gracious, as she came to stand beside Jeremiah watching with quiet interest as he bent down and drew something on paper on the floor, "It's a common mistake to think druids are only in Ireland," she stated calmly, "Druid live all over Europe Germany, France, Spain even parts of Russia."

"And your fathers are quite correct, we are all equal, yet often opposed on the wheel," she agreed. "I suspect there is a reason for that," she added thoughtfully as she had rare contact with the other gods, she only knew that Noel was here, the God of the Winter Solstice, Yule, he was sometimes called, or Boreas.

Bel laughed softly at Jeremiah's surprise and swift acknowledgment of who she was. She had to admit it felt nice to have somebody who knew who she was. She was not really used to the anonymity of the island where everyone was something.

"Thank you, Jeremiah. For helping me. I regret how I acted earlier, I often forget myself," she admitted honestly as she watched him work.

"Whoa..." Bel murmured, visibly impressed now when she saw the lightning spring forth, glancing in surprise at the young mage. Jeremiah had some powerful magic. Something Bel should have been aware of, but hadn't been.

"That... your magic, that's..." she was going to say godlike, but refrained from it, because she was unsure now, she couldn't see beyond his earthly veil, and had no idea if it was or not. Damn Samhain, she cursed mentally, frustrated once again by her lack of abilities.

"Alright then... lead the way, I will follow you," Bel told Jeremiah with a tiny grin, hiding her own excitement at the possibility of finding her amulet, trying to be patient and not act like the spoilt and self-centered goddess she could be.

"It is tricksy, very..." Bel agreed walking beside, following at times, Jeremiah as they went in search of her amulet.

"Now you know kind of why I get so frustrated. It quite literally has a life of its own. If it doesn't think I am using it for good, gone, if it is angry with me, gone, if it doesn't like where I placed it, gone...it's a very temperamental thing," Bel told Jeremiah, actually letting the witch on the amulets secret. "Just like me actually," she added with a wide grin, joking - sort of.