Chapter 72: You've Got It Bad

Blair smiled and shook her head. "You've got it bad. I wouldn't have seen that coming but good for you. Maybe I'll have to make a trip to the Coastal Coven sometime soon to meet him."

Harmony sighed. "Not until after I tell Mom, okay? Provided she doesn't want to kill me, you can come together." 

"Sounds good to me. Why don't you tell me more about all of that merfolk stuff? It sounds fascinating! I've been dying to know more about them myself but the ones around here are so stiff and antisocial." 

"That's how most of them are. Talori's one of a kind. The only reason we're as involved as we are now is because her brother happens to be the king. It's kind of crazy how everything went down, really. But now I'm going down myself in a few weeks to install a long-range communication device." 

"With your water fairy friend who happens to be a marine biologist?" Blair clarified. 

"That's the one."

"You certainly know some interesting fae. I wonder if I could potentially interest the merfolk around here with one of those devices if you're willing to share the designs with me. You did say this all started because of a desire to handle pollution better, didn't you?"

Harmony nodded. "Yeah. That's what originally got Zale—Talori's brother—on board with the whole thing. I don't know how willing your area's merfolk would be though. The old king was apparently really stubborn about not getting involved with what they call surface-dwellers."

"I'll have to give it a shot. If anyone would care about the ocean, you'd think it would be the fae who live in it since fish aren't capable of doing anything about it. I'd love to hear more about your research, by the way."

Blair tried to act all casual about it but Harmony could tell she was dying to know more after hearing little bits and pieces of what she had been up to during the whole time she was getting closer to Castian. She could throw her aunt a bone after successfully getting cheered up. 

They ended up talking for hours as she worked on the scuba suit and Blair worked on whatever it was she was working on interspersed with occasional background explosions. This was nice. She really should call home more often. She couldn't remember the last time she had done it before this. 

Harmony was going to have to talk to her mom sooner or later. Blair seemed confident she wouldn't give her too hard of a time and she did know her sister best since they had stuck together for centuries. 

She didn't even know why she was so afraid. Her mother wasn't known for being judgmental or anything. 

She supposed she was afraid of others' opinions in general and this one somehow encompassed all of that because it was from one of the fae she respected most. She didn't want to let Philomena Netzley down. She was such a talented witch; she would never let something ridiculous like sentiment get in the way of her work. 

Though she had stayed with her sister all this time. That was more sentimental than most witches got. It didn't affect her work ethic though. Staying in the same coven as your only sibling for centuries was a lot different than starting a proper family with an elf. 

Harmony had no idea how this would affect her future. Castian said he wouldn't get in the way of the witch stuff she would have to teach their daughter but it was still uncharted territory. 

She hadn't let their relationship affect her work thus far. If anything, he had helped since he had been involved in some of her research. 

She wasn't doing anything wrong. Strange, yes, but not wrong. 

As a witch her job was to ensure the secrecy of the fae world and help keep it running. She was doing that. Getting romantically entangled with someone wouldn't prevent her from doing that even if it wasn't socially acceptable. 

Feeling empowered by what her aunt had told her earlier, she decided to bite the bullet and do it. Her mother seemed surprised to hear from her. 

"Harmony! How are you? Are things going well down in Florida? You hardly ever call home."

"Yeah, sorry about that. Things have been kind of crazy here the past year and a halfish," Harmony said sheepishly. "Do you have time to talk or are you too busy?"

"I'm never too busy for my only child. What's going on?"

"Well…I'm not sure where to start."

"Start anywhere and work your way around," Philomena suggested. "Starting anywhere is better than not starting at all."

Harmony took a deep breath. "Okay. Don't think I'm too crazy though, alright? I already know I am but—"

"Harmony. Is whatever's going on dangerous?"

"No."

"Is it hurting you or anyone else?"

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"No."

"Does it make you happy?"

"Yes."

"Then whatever it is can't be too crazy," Philomena reasoned. "What is it, honey? You can tell me what's going on." 

"…my elf is in love with me and we're going to stay together even after the baby's born."

Her mother blinked at her. "That's all? The way you were talking made it seem like it was something scandalous. You aren't the first witch to fall in love, nor will you be the last."

"I never said I was in love!" Harmony protested. 

"You're staying with the father of your child, aren't you? That seems like love to me." 

"But witches aren't supposed to fall in love!"

Philomena laughed. "Oh, Harmony, who told you that? There's no official rule out there saying we can't. It just historically hasn't ended well because humans aren't trustworthy and there are no male witches. That's why we turned to the elf arrangement in the first place. 

"There have been tons of witches throughout history who have been with the fathers of their children for love. Sometimes they couldn't accept it but a lot of the time they died because they have shorter life spans. They didn't always leave on purpose."

This was Harmony's first time hearing that. "Seriously? Why does no one ever talk about that then?"

"To promote keeping our way of life safe. Especially in today's technological world where news spreads like wildfire. There are some good humans out there but we can't gamble on whoever we might get involved with being one of them. 

"We as a race became pragmatists for our own safety but there's nothing wrong with falling in love with an elf or any other fae. Just because we're all female doesn't mean we have to be alone if we don't want to be. 

"Most of us prefer finding social fulfilment from our community and leaving any physical desires with our need to propagate the species but it sounds like you became friends with your elf first. Friendship often leads to love from what I've seen, even if I've never experienced it for myself," Philomena said with a shrug. 

Harmony couldn't believe her mother was being so understanding about this. But it was true that she had been friends with Castian before she developed any sort of feelings for him. 

"You really don't mind then?" she asked in a small voice. 

"Not at all. Do what makes you happy, Harmony. I do have to ask though…what changed? Haven't you been involved with your elf for decades?"

"Yeah. It's kind of a funny story, actually…"

And for the second time in one day Harmony ended up telling someone about her adventures with merfolk and how they got her further entangled with her elf boyfriend. Her mother was as intrigued by the merfolk as her aunt had been and wanted to know more. Of course.

But she put that aside until she had asked plenty of questions about her daughter's boyfriend first though she was obviously bursting at the seams with merfolk-related questions. Witches were all the same in that way. Their curiosity was maddening. 

"So his name is Castian and he works at Elite Financial Solutions, huh?" Philomena asked. "What does he look like?"

"A male model, like all elves. He has turquoise eyes and red hair. I have a lot of fun braiding it," Harmony said sheepishly. "I can't stand having long hair myself because it gets in the way but it's so fun to play with!" 

"I remember how that was. Elves are beautiful specimens of fae."

"Hey, Mom…do you ever miss my dad?"

Harmony wasn't sure why she asked. Her mother never talked about her father, which was standard. Witches and the elves they were paired with typically didn't get attached to each other. 

Philomena shook her head. "No. We hardly ever talked. You have to know someone properly to miss them." 

That was true. You couldn't miss someone you didn't know. It was sad that things had come to this for the witches. No real emotional attachments.. Any of them could pick up and leave at any time without being too upset about it.

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