(( Ashling, or "Dove" as her alias taken, is always looking for something to do. Private tutors, mentors, or even other student study sessions are welcomed as well. I am up for play in the rooms, on the board, or private sessions on AIM. She works at an apothecary too so has access to some weird items, has a relic stuck on her that she can not remove that might catch your chars attention, has a skunk that is a familiar she takes to class, uses cards to do her magic, and is prone to wanderlust to locations that often leads to mischief. Let's have them attend a class together, go to the fairy anvil, or cause some type of mayhem.

The following information would be on her transcripts / feel free to know as a teacher, private instructor, or mentor:

Reading writing arithmetic: She is lacking in these subjects by most standards. Having been raised on private property in pack land mostly the education from these was lost. The last few year she has been studying hard to make up for it but is still not caught up to where she needs to be. Right now" She is reading / writing somewhere two or three years behind. Math is four or so but it can be noted she can do basic math in her head like no other. Same with chemistry but the reading portions often put a stop to some of her studies after a while.

Magic / Mage: Since the age of 7 she has been taking private lessons from Aine (first story below), April 24, 2014 she joined another famous school magic school and started to attend, May 16, 2014 she started working for Wolf Moon Apothecary, the shop closed to public doors but kept open for private adventure groups where she still worked and there met Godfry, Godfry her second private tutor was adopted in 2015 while the shop was under contraction. The shop plans to be reopened soon.

Below are stories that are important highlights to her education that were important for her. : ) ))

"Aine," the child's fingers laced within her larger ones "what do you mean...they're just trapped?" Grey-blue eyes came onto the woman's figure. The white furs of the Loremaster covered her expression but without seeing it Ash's knew she was giving that gentle smile. The same one that caused those little wrinkles around her mouth to become present.

"Child it means just that. Those spirits there are from another world. When our land was cursed thousands of years ago it opened a gateway between the lands. You see it's the reason we must stay here in the woods away from the humans. We need to make sure those creatures aren't escaping and doing harm." Aine turned to her the hand releasing Ash's as it was brought down to those blonde curls. It rested on her crown brushing them back and tucking a few strands behind the ears that was too big for her smaller head.

"But aren't they evil" Shouldn't we kill evil?" An earnest question.

"They are not evil Ashling. They don't know what they do. We kill them. We do our ritual. We release their soul so it can mend. They're infected with the Wight. They need us and so do the humans." Spoken softly.

"Then why do the humans hate us?" The innocence of a child spoke through her.

"They, like them, do not know what they do. But unlike them releasing them with death will not free them. It will only grow their hatred more. Come now. It's time you learn what to do." Her hand came back to Ash's the two of them moving deeper into the forest.

Reaching and sprawling limbs came across them in the form of shadows. Each one seeming to crawl along the skin. These woods, where the portal was opened, were forbidden to all but the Lorekeepers. From birth, she had been marked as one appearing as a small dove along her shoulder. It was all the proof the pack needed to know that she would become one of the higher arcs in the pack's final saga.

An acidic order filled the area causing the girl to cough at the taste when it filled her lungs. The men outside of the woods stood there watching for signs of a struggle but knew they couldn't breach the trees even if they wanted to. To enter here, without the mark, would mean they would enter death itself. No one but the Loremasters could navigate the woods.

Up ahead they could see the ancient tree that marked the opening to the other world. The girthiest tree was a behemoth of twisted wood. Somewhere near ten meters or so but no one could have measured it even if they wanted. The base of the tree had been split some time ago the out stretching limbs of it burnt to a crisp but somehow still seeming alive. The fire gave it a second birth one as a tool for the wights.

"Would you like me to tell you a story my little dove?" Aine's voice kept Dove's mind in the center.

"Please.." Fingers tightened around the hand again.

"As most stories this one happened a long time ago. Before your birth and even your moms and dads. Men, the changers, the fairies, and all of the Goddess creatures were at peace." Letting go of the child's hand she brought the bag from her shoulders down to the ground. Opening it she encouraged the child to take out the necessary reagents.

"Men had become jealous of the love the Goddess had for us and some of her other children. So jealous that he decided to plant seeds in each of us that would blossom into the hate the races have for each other now. They started a war but it was quickly realized they were unable to keep up with us and would die a certain death. The goddess took pity on them and gathered her children to warn them this would happen." With the jars of herbs beside them, she instructed the child to do start hanging the wind chimes and dream catchers along the tree.

"To protect the men she created the veil. It would keep the world of men from the world of her other creatures. They would survive but they lost the gifts their friends gave them. No more magic. No more friendships. No more fairies or even our protection. They lost it all because of their greed." Said softly to her.

"All of it?" The girl repeated to her mentor.

"All. But the war was still happening even behind the veil. We fought, they fought, and something went wrong. Our magics collided with that of the Goddesses causing a split within the veil and the world of the humans. Most of these locations were easily hidden but some of them, like ours here," motioned towards the tree. "Remains open and connected to another world of monsters." Aine sighed looking over that tree, the scar within the wounded woods. "But that is why we are here. To deal with these monsters. To hold the rituals and uphold the protection of men like the Goddess wants." The elder women turned to Ash to make sure she understood.

"Let's do it then." Stubborn and full of determination the girl turned to the Loremaster.

"What's the first thing we do?" She asked the child.

"We make the charms. We use our hairs and skins to make sure they smell us first. A warning for them we will protect this world. It chases away the little ones." Ash smiled brightly knowing she had it right.

"Right then we hang them. Now we do our spell. You remember what goes into it?" She asked.

"Bay leaf, Thistle, Time, Torn...Thourm...Thin?" Ash struggled with the word and the last regent.

"Tourmaline and Thistle. Get them out." The jars were spread along the ground. Ash came up to them coming to each one figuring out what she needed. Most she could recognize on her own but Aine guided her through a few of them.

"Now take this." The woman offered her a grinder and bowl. "Grind it together while I smudge the tree. Stay right here." Aine took up the smudge stick. With a song, that the little girl joined in with, the two of them started their protection spell. She ground the herbs up best she could but when Aine came back she did it a little better since children tended needed that extra hand.

Together the two of them called a circle around the tree. The crack down the center of it where the physical portal lied seemed to slowly shrink as they did. The light became darker almost as if it was dying. A temporary gift from the Goddess to make sure the two would be safe as they worked their magic.

The herb they grounded were set afire. Bowl held in the younger one's hand. Bells were used by the older one as she sung the next verse of the spell. Ash would say each word to herself making sure to commit it to memory. As they went around the tree again she could feel the spirits of the tree trying to reach for her. Aine would toss some of the herbs their way causing them to wither and roll in pain. They went forward encircling it and as the two of them stepped to their starting point the fire in the bowl suddenly went out.

Aine turned to Ash taking the bowl from her hand. It was brought towards the tree. "Come here. Dip your fingers inside to take the ash." She did as instructed. The two of them made symbols on either side of that portal asking for protection. As they ended the ritual they smeared the ash along their foreheads. Supplies were gathered and the two of them left the area.

To them hours had only passed. To those waiting outside of the glooms it had been days. Time in the lands had always been something mysteriously different but sometimes science can't explain everything and the fairy tails were true.

Somehow it always came down to the forest with their antiquated state the eldritch spirits and just the feeling they gave her when she stepped inside. There was a small clearing amongst them somewhere just past the cabins of her family's lot where the sheep normally grazed in the summer. A blanket was used to cover the damp earth allowing her to spread out along them and soak in the presence of the sun. Warmth overcame her embracing the teen in a hug provided by the Goddess. A knowing smile came along her as the idea came to her the sun was only the mate for the moon.

Books were scattered about her. Pages opening to show the varied lesson on scrying she needed to learn. Currently, she was making her own runes. The dark purple stones were nearly black which was typical for the Charoite crystals. They were rounded and polished off by her uncle earlier in the evening making them the perfect size she needed for the rune stones. She laid the tome open in front of her, one written by hand and with love many years before, then mocked the symbols on the stone. Each one was placed before her around in a circle allowing the gold paint that was cast into the grooves to set.

With the task, she came there to do completed the woman settled herself along the quilt falling to the lull of sleep that beckoned her into it's joyous embrace.

Unsure footsteps fell along the gleaming, quite impressive, black marble floor. The last thing she remembered was the scent of butterwort and samphire flowers tickling her nose. Now she stood in an endless hallway that reflected herself within the mirror like surface. Above her was a world of nothing or so it seemed to her. A galaxy of colors swirling with purples, blues, and asters the size of pinpricks. Each step leads her deeper into the hallway the sky above fading into the same darkness and reflections turning into squares.

Red, black, red, black, the colors repeated transforming all around as she ran. Cards, red king, black queen, the empress, the lover, temperance, the devil, it brought together something in her mind a book she read long ago as a child. There was no rabbit or even a Cheshire cat she followed about. Instead only darkness and cards something she needed to wrap her mind around.

Her mind iced over and only thoughts inside of her was run. Feeling of death upon her crest on the back of her neck goosebump running down her skin making it crawl. The cards disappeared much like the hallway leaving only the managed and gnawing roots that nipped at her bare feet. Vines lashed at her skin tearing the flesh as they bite into her with the teeth like thorns. A particular one grasped her ankle causing the girl to fall forward into the ground. Reaching down she ripped the vines the set licking further along her flesh and pulling her into the darkness of the forest and what laid behind her.

Vast emptiness lurched forward surrounding her in nothingness. It wasn't that it was dark, she thought, but it was nothing. No light to cause darkness, no darkness to warrant the light. Nothing on her ankles like before, nothing holding her in place, she was just there floating in space.

Then another card appeared in front of her. And another. And another. Over and over they appeared in a nonsensical order of a deck she couldn't recognize. All her thoughts were a sanction to the fact she was going to die here unable to find her body in a pile of cards that never was. Until she caught the image out of the corner of her eyes. Finally, amongst the deck of nonsense was the key.

A skunk, her Cheshire cat.

A single card was held in his tiny mouth. The creature came running to her as her knight in shining armor. In the moment, there was only her and him the two amongst the vastness of the world. It came to her jumping on her back to help fight the others. She took the card without a second thought eyes falling on it to note the image of arrows. As the other cards came forward her own was thrust forward in the guise of a weapon.

It exploded forward ripping apart to form the shaft of arrows that landed center of the cards. In a comical way, the set folded together falling like it was a house of them she made back at home. The noise they made, however, was not one of the cards or even human in nature. Instead, it was a wight and the key to her freedom from the dream state.

Down, down, down she fell from the plane landing in the same world as before.

The cries of the creatures mixed together. Jumping Ashling dove for the knife on her side. Grasping it by the handle she quickly found her bearing following where the sound of wight met that of sheep and the cries of something else. She found the one of the clearings the animals were set at but to her own dismay a breach of the wight portal had left a series of those horrid creatures in their land.

One noticed her. Then another. And yet anther still. Eyes became wide as saucers as the woman stepped back the cry from the other side of the pastor telling her to move forward. Something there needed her and who was she to refuse"

Courage. "It only takes three seconds of stupidity to do something brave." The mantra was muttered under breath as she held her own starting along the field. Around her laid the managed bodies of the heard each one was bitten and half consumed leaving exposed flesh that laid under wool. Her movements were slow and direct but it seemed if she kept her distance the wights did too. They watched her one false move and she would become their dinner " or worse, touched by them.

"Here we belong, fighting to survive. In a world with the darkest powers. And here we are, we're the princes of the universe. Here we belong, fighting for survival. We've come to be the rulers of your world. I am immortal, I have inside me blood of kings. I have no rival, no man can be my equal..." Lyrics fell from her lip of Queen's song for Highlander (I am immortal) as she passed by them hoping to sooth the savage beast with the melody of a song her family sung at almost every gathering.

She crossed the ballroom dancing with each one of those partners. The woman found on the ground a litter of skunks got tangled within the mess. Sadly it seemed they stumbled onto a nest of snake wights most unsuccessfully defending themselves. No time for second thoughts she dove to the ground using her knife to stab at the ones there. Wights cried for pain attracting attention of the others pulling them closer into the young wolf.

"Fighting and free, got your world in my hand. I'm here for your love and I'll make my stand. We were born to be princes of the universe, no man could understand. My power is in my own hand." Blood of her ancestor's ran through her. This was her home, this was her world. These Wights were being defeated.

"My name is Ashling Dove Deasun-M'Govern. This is MY home. This is my world. I will NOT stand for it." Bonding of her life surged beside her. Around her the demonic creatures crept forward close enough she could feel the breath on the back of her neck. It was within this moment, the magic of her blood came upon her. At her side, the shadows of men and women passed within her pack appeared. Each one drew at the weapons ready to launch upon the wights.

They struck her family's spirits protecting her. The energy could be felt as thick as fog amongst the lands. Children were tucked away and the warriors came to investigate the source of it all. By the time the others came they found the apparitions and her fighting the many creatures with all of their might. Warriors stood in awe of the reflections of the last alpha who passed standing on the head of a grotesque monster that was four times his height.

As his axe fell into it's head the creature fell in pain. Their kin gave one last look over the scene. The loremaster in training stood there with blood on her hands and drained of everything she had. Alive but numb she looked to her pack smiling.

It was then one of the Adders rose from behind her striking forward into her shoulder. She fell amongst the ground tangled amongst the corpses of sheep with blood matting her hair. The family ran forward stepping over the carcasses of the dead. The adder was struck down, she was collected, along with that single skunk along her boot the only other survivor of the group.

Venom injected in her from that beast sent her on yet another psychedelic trip. This one was shared by the newly found skunk who Ashling clung too like a child holding a teddy bear. He seemed to be suffering just as much the two of them put under the care of Aine. The only thing she could remember from it was the talk of cards, the ancestors at her side, and the reveal of what magic was to become of her.

When she woke again both her father and Aine were there. She shot up straight, was shoved water, then downed the whole cup. Coilin looked to her and spoke a few words that barely was audible over a pounding headache he had. "Least I know you can defend yourself."

Aine's words were more of comfort but still laced with her stiffness. "Dealing with the venom of the wights. What do we do?"

Ashling searched her memory as she placed her hand on her forehead rubbing into it. "Tie off the limb. Drain it if we can. If we can not we start the herb treatments. Force them to drink it...lay them in bed...deal with the fever...clean the bite."

Aine nodded before she held out another cup of tea. "The herbs are?"

Closing her eyes she muttered a few. "Caynee Pepper, Echinacea, Goldenseal, and Garlic..." Her stomach flopped. The trash can be handed over for her to empty the contents of it.

Aine stood gathering some bells. "I'll finish the ritual. Drink your tea. Coilin go fetch a ginger root from the kitchen for her to chew on I'm sure you won't forget this lesson little one."