The women gathered around a small table in Delphina’s trailer while Rico lied stretched out on an old couch, trying to sleep. Though the constant pain from his sprained ankle and wrist didn’t help. Mimo meanwhile had gone to inform the Ringmaster of the events that had taken place.

Delphina's trailer wasn't that much bigger than Rico's, although it was certainly a lot more cluttered. Random knick-knacks from all over the world were strewn about the countertops and tables, giving the place an old gypsy caravan vibe.

Ingrid and Morgan sat uncomfortably in their seats, neither one of them knowing what to do or say. Flor, who was back in her clothes, glanced over at her aunt and Delphina.

“I suppose we should introduce ourselves,” said Alma. “I’m Alma, this is my niece Flor, my nephew Rico, and my good friend Delphina.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Ingrid, and this is my daughter Morgan,” said Ingrid.

“Morgan and I have met before,” said Delphina as she poured tea for everyone.

“What exactly was that thing?” Morgan asked.

“A type of ghoul, but it’ll be taken care of,” said Alma.

“They usually just attack people with powers which is good for you Ingrid. Not so much for Morgan,” said Delphina.

“But attacks in these parts are extremely rare,” Alma quickly added, glaring at Delphina. “Now why don’t you tell us a little more about yourself, Morgan?”

“Like what?” asked Morgan.

“Did you just discover you have powers?” asked Flor.

“Was it that obvious?”

“Extremely,” said Rico.

Flor tapped his foot, creating immense pain.

“Ow!” shouted Rico as he held his ankle.

Morgan nodded. “They kind of just appeared about a month ago.”

Alma laced her fingers together and rested her chin on her hands thoughtfully.

“Are you the only one with magical abilities?” she asked.

“As far as we know… yes,” said Ingrid.

“Interesting. One of your ancestors must have been a witch,” said Alma.

“A witch?”

Morgan stared into her cup. It made sense. But, she hadn’t really considered herself to be one until now. She looked over to Ingrid but she seemed deep in her own thoughts.

“I think it’s safe to say that you at least are one,” said Delphina.

“Are you witches too?” asked Ingrid, hoping she wasn’t being too rude.

“Not exactly,” said Alma. “Rico might be considered one-”

“I prefer wizard, or sorcerer. Magician works too,” Rico interrupted.

Flor rolled her eyes as Alma continued.

“But, Delphina is a seer while Flor and myself are curanderas,” said Alma.

“What?” said Morgan.

“Basically like a shaman or witch doctor,” Flor explained. “We mostly make ointments and salves and stuff.”

“And of course, talk to the dead,” said Alma in a spooky voice.

“You can see ghosts?” said Ingrid surprised. She looked about, half-expecting to see one fly through walls.

“It varies. My grandmother could, but unfortunately, I can usually just hear them,” said Alma matter-of-factly.

“Usually?” questioned Morgan.

“Some ghosts can be seen by even normal people,” Flor explained.

Morgan and her mother scooted their chairs closer together. Alma let out a little laugh.

“There aren’t any here, no need to worry,” she said.

Flor stared at Morgan, furrowing her brow.

“Do you have anyone to teach you how to use your powers?” she asked her.

Morgan shook her head. Delphina and Alma exchanged glances.

“Maybe Rico can teach you?” said Flor.

 Rico bolted upright. He winced as pain shot through both his arm and leg once again.

“What?” he said.

“Out of all of us, you would be the best one to teach her,” said Alma.

“Oh no, you don’t have to,” Ingrid and Morgan protested.

“It’s fine. After all, I’m sure Rico remembers what it was like for him. Blowing up light bulbs and flinging china across the room,” said Alma.

Rico crossed his arms, grumbling. Alma gave him a stern look. 

“I’d love to,” he said through a forced smile.

“Really?” said Morgan, finding herself excited for once.

“Yeah. Come by Saturday, and... we’ll work something out.”

“If it’s alright with your parents,” said Alma.

Ingrid didn’t seem to know what to say. “I… suppose it couldn’t hurt. I’ll have to talk with her father of course.”

“Splendid! Then it’s settled,” said Delphina. She took Morgan’s cup just as she was finishing it up.

Ingrid glanced down at her phone and got up from her seat.

“Well, it was nice meeting you all, but we really should get going. Especially before it gets dark,” she said.

"If you're worried about werewolves, the only one in this area in this area works for us," snickered Rico.

This time both Alma and Flor tapped his foot. He winced, cursing under his breath.

“Pleasure was all ours. Hope to see you all very soon,” said Alma.

Morgan thanked them before leaving with her mother. After they had left, Rico turned to Flor.

"Why'd you have to say that for?" he said.

"Come on, she needs a teacher," said Flor.

"You could have asked me first!"

As the siblings bickered, Alma and Delphina headed to the back of the trailer.

“Do we still have a lot to talk about?” Alma whispered.

Delphina stared into the smudgy bottom of Morgan’s teacup. “That and much, much, more.”