foxglove jamjar's magical adventure chapter seven

February 20th 2026

dearest readers,

thank you so much for your continued support in reading this serialization. when i first conceptualized foxglove jamjar it was at a period in my life where i need something a little more childish. i was desperately seeking something from my teenage years. besides magic and whimsy there wasvery little. the only other thing was Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. which is what inspired foxgloves journey through the portal and into the woods. i hope you enjoy this weeks chapter as well.

it is also worth noting that these segments are being posted as soon as they are finished and are little with imperfections. this is on purpose. no ai can write this bad. <3

To Seek. To Find.

hues

chapter seven: in which foxglove witnesses something unspeakable

chapter 7

fj didn’t remember falling asleep, but when she woke up the sun had risen in libation’s realm. snow had fallen in the night and piled up against the trees, but the magic of the spirits had created a perfect clearing of snowless green grass around where the three of them had slept. the tongue was lounging against a large fallen tree, which had not been there the night before, with a thick black tomb in its hands. it leisurely turned the pages without glancing up but fj noticed the way that its eyebrow had twitched slightly telling her that it had in fact noticed that she was awake.

“i’m glad to see that you’re awake,” libations voice cut through fj’s observations. she was exiting out of a tent that had appeared in the clearing while fj had slept, “did you sleep well?”

“about as well as one can in the dirt with a single fur,” fj said with a dry laugh, “it must be nice to be a spirit with access to magic like this.”

“what do you mean?” libations asked, handing fj a cup of warm milk, that she had once again made appear out of thin air.

“that. that is what i mean,” foxglove said, taking the mug into her chilled fingers, “humans simply cannot do that sort of thing. where i am from, there are rules, rhyme and reason. like how do you conjure a felled tree? did you use a ritual circle?” foxglove held up hand to signal that an actual answer was not necessary, “ no. i know you didn’t,” she gestured to the tent with exaggerated force, “ in fact, you probably just thought. ‘i don’t want to sleep on the ground, hmm, what would be better to sleep in? a tent, yeah, a tent.’ and poof! there was a tent.” foxglove was breathing heavily and moved to take a drink from their mug.

libations was laughing as they gently rubbed foxglove’s back soothing the child who had unceremoniously burned their tongue, “you’ll be able to do this soon as well. as soon as you contract, bend, bind, and consecrate all four of the merveilleux you will be nearly unstoppable.”

“i understand humans in your world have these rules, rhymes and reasons,” said the tongue, “but have you considered that perhaps they were wrong?”

“wrong?” fj scoffed, “i’ve never met a human that is able to do magic without borrowing the quintessence from something else.”

“yet.” librations giggled, “yet is the operative term.”

“what do you–”

“humans used to be able to do magic freely,” the tongue interrupted foxglove, “it was those same humans that imposed rules like circles, and words to the work.”

foxglove stared at the sibling spirits with a dumbness that made her feel small. she had felt like she had a strong basic understanding of magic (all children in the common wealth of hix did) and yet as soon as she followed the reader through that portal everything had been turned upside down. her stomach turned as she realized with a heavy heart that she was even farther away from her home in the elfwend forest, and from the walks of meridian bank than she had expected. she had been so naive to think that a strange talking cat would lead her anywhere good. at the time though, she had thought that anywhere was better than the scorching asphalt of the bank, but this place was strange. not just the kind of strange that comes with the unusual, or the uncomfortable but foxglove had in fact truly wandered the realm of spirits.

they took another drink of their mug of milk, and felt their stomach flop and knot. the warmth of the milk slid down her throat and wrapped around the knot like a soothing hug. it reminded her of her mother, when was the last time that she had hugged her. they had been so disappointed in her for leaving, for wanting to be a thespian over a warrior. oh! how she longed for the feeling of her mothers arms wrapped around her now. the knot grew, and foxglove drank more from her mug. when it was empty, libations conjured more. as she drank, the knot grew and grew until it had filled out her whole body. she took a final sip, and saw her own tired reflection in the smooth stainless steel bottom of the mug. and suddenly the knot burst, and her tears spilled out. the tongue stood and came to her other side, and the two elder merveilleux wrapped their arms around her.

foxglove cried until there was nothing left inside her, and when she was done libations said: “and, now is the time for your lesson on the bending of the will. do you have the chalice?”

foxglove nodded limply and pulled the golden chalice from where it was tucked under the fur with her. she handed it to libations.

‘this chalice is the ancestral vessel. you will first, make a contract with me as you did the tongue. and then, you will fill this vessel with your spirit.” libations said.

“how do i–” the tongue covered fj’s mouth.

“once you have filled the vessel, you will say the libation. then, our wills will be bent. once bent we will be in our spiritual form. from there you will have to bind us to move forward, but white candle will teach you that. for now, once we are bent, you will say the release.”

the tongue moved its hand and allowed fj to speak: “what is the release?”

“ase.” the tongue replied as he stood up.

libations followed their brother standing up, but they reached a hand down to foxglove and helped her to the feet. libations handed the chalice to the tongue and then led fj away a little bit. they turned to face foxglove and released her hand picking up the edge of her skirt. libations curtsied and bowed low .

“it’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance officially,” libations said, their voice having taken on an echoey quality, “i am libations, the spirit of gratitude.”

foxglove laughed a little, but bowed herself, “the pleasure is mine, libations. i am foxglove jamjar.”

“for my service what will you trade,” libations stood straight and held out their hand palm up.

“for you i will give my love of the stage. if you are a spirit of gratitude, then to you i will give the thing i am the most grateful for.” foxglove said, placing her hand in libations.

“your love of the stage i will accept,” libations squeezed foxglove’s hand, “but it is not what holds your most gratitude.”

foxglove had no time to react, as libations pulled her close, and spun her in a waltz. every step they took lifted them up in the air as water pooled under their feet. tendrils of water lifted and swirled around them until it surrounded them, and then with a force only described as an implosion it slammed into foxglove’s body. she screamed, and libations threw their head back in a laugh of pure joy, as the water sank and sizzled into fj’s skin.

“and so it is done.” libations said, as foxglove fell to her knees. the water slowly lowered them to the ground.

“and so it is done,” foxglove cried. she took a few calming breaths and rose to her feet.

the tongue approached the bonded pair, and handed the chalice to fj, and took its place next to libations.

“focus on the chalice,” the tongue instructed, “ and imagine your spirit pouring into it.”

fj adjusted the golden chalice in their hands as they took several steading breaths. They held the cool metal before them, and felt within themselves. They felt cold at first. An empty void took up the space within their body, but then digging deeper they say a plains with a bright sun and a gentle breeze flowing through the grass. Foxglove bowed their head, their eyes fluttering close. And as if by instinct, they bowed their and imagined a door opening in their forehead. From their skull poured their spirit green and irridescent splashing into the goblet until it was filled.

“good, good” coo’ed libations.
”now wh—” foxglove felt it come deep from within their empty vessel. they spoke as their spirit continued to flow into the cup, “i bow my crown to the liberation of spirit i share with you my burdens and worries. i offer to you my dreams, and put all my faith in the miracle of the grand scheme. from this gilded chalice may the spirit drink, and together out soulds well keep.”

foxglove felt the surge of power shoot through her as the chalice began to over flow. the color shifting liquid bubbling over the edges onto the ground. some of the liquid sank deep into the earth, and some of the liquid flowed between Foxglove, The Tongue and Libations. as fJ’s spirit touched the three, the liquid became the apparition of a green chain connected to collars around the spirits neck. the leads in fj’s hand.

“Oh, oh fuck no,” FJ said, dropping the chains and chalice. The ghostly chain disappated along with the essence of their spirit.

“pick the chalice up, we will do it again,” The tongue said.

“You cannot expect me to do this.” FJ hissed.

“it may make you uncomfortable, but this is what it means to be bound to another’s will,” Libations smiles.

“I am not going to enslave you,” FJ shouts.

“Calm yourself child,” the tongue sighs, “ this is how it has always been.”

“I refuse.”

“foxglove,” libations sighs, but her brother placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I am not doing it” Foxglove said, shoving her braids from her face.

“We will continue with out the Bending.” The tongue says. “Perhaps meeting the others will give you a new perspective.”