Flowers in Your Hair

It felt strange keeping her eyes closed, but she did as instructed. As he said she was doing good, she perked up at the idea of using illusion magic to change what the blood smelled like. Illusion magic was one foci that she excelled in. She hadn't even considered that it could have applications in attempting blood magic.

I'm great with illusion magic. That definitely sounds like something I could do. Maybe I could make it smell like fresh-baked cookies like Uncle Cullen makes. She trailed off as Teowolf continued to speak to her about what he was doing, about what he was going to do. She was incredibly nervous, but she just kept thinking about how happy her mother would be if she succeeded in casting a blood magic spell.

She nodded and swallowed, trying to calm her nerves. She felt the pinch he talked about, felt the strange sensation as her blood pooled a bit in her hand. It felt a bit like the time she tried to use one of Cullen's knives in the kitchen and cut herself. Strange, she hadn't remembered that memory until just then. She'd only been three but now she could remember how scared she'd been. Asha was alone in the kitchen, where she wasn't allowed to be alone. She didn't know who to go to, who to get help from that wouldn't be angry with her. She cried and cried until Cullen came in and found her.

I have a memory from when I was three. I snuck into the kitchen and tried to use one of Cullen's knives to cut something. And my hand slipped, and I cut myself badly. I hadn't remembered that memory until just now. Was that the source of her issues with seeing blood she wondered?