Gay Witch or a Straight Witch?

“But you could barely stand in her presence!” Sirena pleaded. We were on the roof of her tiny house; I was “helping” her trim herbs for her tinctures.

“That’s the beauty of it, Sirena!” She scoffed as I spoke. “Just think what it’ll be like if I woo her!”

“Woo.” She mocked.

“Yes; woo. Most witches aren’t immune to this oozing geyser of charm.” I gestured over my body enthusiastically. “Just because you have other priorities...”

“Like being straight??” She side-eyed me accusingly...yet with a loving, sisterly tone.

I rolled my eyes. “Maybe. I never let technicalities get in my way.”

“Is she gay?”

I shrunk a little. “You know I don’t know.”

“Do you need me to stalk her for you?” Sirena held back her giggling.

I jumped at the idea. “Would you? Oh my goddess—I would be in your debt! Please...”

“You have to realize I’m not serious, right?” She pointed out.

“But Sirena! I have to know where I stand!!!”

She sighed as she snipped the feverfew. “Well what else did she say?”

I stretched my arms above my head in relief that Sirena was finally working with me on this. “Just that people who see the spirits of elders are usually shamans of some sort.” I snorted. “...and that I perhaps had missed my calling.”

“Maybe you’re a sexual healer...” Sirena reckoned.

I gave her a broad grin. “That would rock.” Sirena wasn’t amused; she gave me a good eyeballing.

“Is that all?” She asked.

“Yeah...but the way she touched my hand! Geezus; Sirena. I’m done for!”

“Well I guess there’s hope yet. You said she approached you?”

“Yeah!” I exclaimed excitedly.

“Maybe she’s interested, but given what she talked to you about, it could be purely academic.”

“No!!!!!!!” But then I started; “hey...I can work with that.”

“Of course you can. Help me get these herbs down and inside.”

“Yes ma’am!” My life force was renewed. We got the herbs down safely and I watched Sirena begin brewing them for healing potions.