( vermilion; )
”It’s nice to meet you, too, Colette.” She spoke shaking her hand. She chuckled. “Yeah, my parents bet all their money on me being a redhead, and I guess they got lucky.”
“Luck was on their side,“ she murmured, laughter in her voice. She didn’t think her own parents would do that much gambling.
(Source: sassyxlette)
( wiccan enthusiast; )
”Oh, it’s fine. I actually have about a dozen books on it already.” She laughed lightly. “It’s a beautiful religion, really. I’m Vermilion.” She held her hand out to the girl.
“Colette,“ she responded, reaching out to shake the older woman’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Vermilion. Fitting name.”
”Oh, I’m sorry- I saw them and they just kind of pulled me in. I’ve always been by Wiccan culture. Are you one yourself?”
“Yeah – I mean, I don’t really practice as often as my grandma would want me to, but hey. I’d let you borrow one, but…I don’t know you.“
“Not to be a jerk or anything, but those are my books.“