She now took note that his eyes were as green as an aloe vera plant and shaped like fennel bulbs. He had black and white hair, black the dominant feature for now, it was cut well above his collar. The top of his hair sprouted like herbs in a window display. His face was not cut sharp, his cheekbones while not chubby, rounded up to his eyes like large magical coins. Or, dollops of whipped cream. His nostrils were uneven. She called him back, “You should never speak to a sorceress like this.”
The fennel bulbs grew, “Lucky rain from shooting stars couldn’t compare to the beauty that surrounds you. I am sorry and I shall never speak to you again.” He was getting good at this.
He raised his right hand near his chest and his pointer finger tapped whenever he spoke, Winter took that gentle confusion against his stern words. She liked it. He didn’t have any soldiers waiting, he wasn’t an overstated carnival gypsy, and he didn’t have hoards of women throwing themselves forward.
Winter yelled, “Hey.” He turned to see the sorceress stomp her right foot, blowing the hallway roof off, turning the ceiling into thousands of coins that flung into the street. “You wanted to see animals? Quick, we better get out of here before I am held responsible for that.” She pointed up.
Kastor decided in that minute, he wanted to be part of her family, he answered her, “The Cerberus, I want to see you summon a Cerberus.”
“One should never summon the hounds of hell, let alone the three headed ones. You are a big talker.” Winter would keep herself mysterious, she recalled the one morning they guarded her loft while she wept for the loss of Merlin and Lady Arachnia. This was nothing more than coincidence of mention she assured herself, confidently. “I am unsure if you are more curious to see me ensorcell or to see phantom animals? There are rules you know.” Winter’s throat echolated and the song psalm line she opened made mention that this man was a cryptozoologist, she would see how long it would take him to confess that he knew more than he let on.
He put his hand back by his heart, tapping his forefinger again, “Of course, rules. Then how about…” and he could not end his sentence as Winter interrupted.
Winter found his first fear, “How about a Hydra? Surely, I could pick up my daughter and we will head to the water.”
He would have said anything to stay away from the Falls, “Hydras cannot be on land, right? We need water for the Hydra, how about a Harpie?”
There it was, scared of water, a cryptozoologist scared of water, Winter bit her lips inwardly to stop from smirking. “No multi headed water serpents but a flyer with a human face is okay?” She was impressed with his knowledge, although to sorceresses, none of these animals were mythical, she saw them clearly and often right within a human body. She continued, “Water crypts are thoroughly fascinating, I just need to quickly pick my daughter up and we can head down there.”
He chose to partially lie to the sorceress, “I, uh, I’ve seen Hydra before actually, I am a cryptozoologist so it’s nothing new to me.” His chest blew up like a bull frog as he continued; “Now, a Harpie, could you zip out a Harpie? No one can catch a Harpie.” She didn't need to know he had never seen a Hydra, but he needed her to stay on land.