Post by Emily Vanitas on Apr 22, 2018 16:29:02 GMT -8
Emily knelt on the ground just outside the fairgrounds, her son had long already entered the Festival with his little friends. All three kids had pokemon on them so they would be fine and she had nothing to worry about. She would have them meet her at the entrance gates when it was time to leave, Emily stood behind to create an offering for Bal’s Comet. Her former teacher talked about how much Bal’s comet was important, she always said that this is the week where a witches power was most strongest, having such a powerful celestial body like the comet being so close to the earth. The stars also seem to be at its brightest, hence all spells, curses, and divinations are much more powerful.
Emily created a small box constructed of broken twigs and placed a wrapped bundle consisted many variations of herbs like sage, lavender, and cedar. She placed it into the box and pulled a matchbox from her pack, she pulled a match and struck it against the sandpaper to lit it alaze. She carefully placed it into the bundle, as smoke appeared Emily kneeled closer to the box and blew on the smoke until a small fire was kindling. She picked up the bundle once it was burned enough and waved the bundle quickly to put the flames out but have it still burning. She waved the bundle around and cascaded the smoke around the air.
“I give this offering from the earth to the heavens above. Let Bal’s comet bestow luck and fortune to those who shall watch her pass across the black skies.”
The smoke gave off a sweetly scent sandalwood scent from the Lavender and Cedar, the smoke was to cleanse the air, the fire to offer the bundle and the bundle was a harvest from Emily’s personal garden. Once she was done with the smoke she lit another match to burn the rest of the bundle. She watched the flames devour the bundle when there was no more of the bundle for the flames to feast on, they died. Emily grabbed the ashes and scattered them to the winds, allowing them to be carried off to the skies as it was promised. As Emily finished her ritual she turned, she had heard footsteps come from behind her. She knew the sounds of her own son’s boots and knew that they were not his.
“Didn’t anyone teach ever teach you it was rude to stare dearie?”
She turned her head ever so slightly so the corner of her eyes could get a look at her voyeur. She emitted a deep chuckle and gestured for the other to come hither.
“Now don’t be shy my dear, step out of the darkness and into the light. Reveal to on to me whom it is that is so bold to watch this witch as she carries out her ritual?”
There was no need for theatrics but she found it very entertaining to provoke reactions of strangers far and wide. Even if they ran off she would have a laugh or two before entering the Festival for some merriment of the astronomical kind.
Emily created a small box constructed of broken twigs and placed a wrapped bundle consisted many variations of herbs like sage, lavender, and cedar. She placed it into the box and pulled a matchbox from her pack, she pulled a match and struck it against the sandpaper to lit it alaze. She carefully placed it into the bundle, as smoke appeared Emily kneeled closer to the box and blew on the smoke until a small fire was kindling. She picked up the bundle once it was burned enough and waved the bundle quickly to put the flames out but have it still burning. She waved the bundle around and cascaded the smoke around the air.
“I give this offering from the earth to the heavens above. Let Bal’s comet bestow luck and fortune to those who shall watch her pass across the black skies.”
The smoke gave off a sweetly scent sandalwood scent from the Lavender and Cedar, the smoke was to cleanse the air, the fire to offer the bundle and the bundle was a harvest from Emily’s personal garden. Once she was done with the smoke she lit another match to burn the rest of the bundle. She watched the flames devour the bundle when there was no more of the bundle for the flames to feast on, they died. Emily grabbed the ashes and scattered them to the winds, allowing them to be carried off to the skies as it was promised. As Emily finished her ritual she turned, she had heard footsteps come from behind her. She knew the sounds of her own son’s boots and knew that they were not his.
“Didn’t anyone teach ever teach you it was rude to stare dearie?”
She turned her head ever so slightly so the corner of her eyes could get a look at her voyeur. She emitted a deep chuckle and gestured for the other to come hither.
“Now don’t be shy my dear, step out of the darkness and into the light. Reveal to on to me whom it is that is so bold to watch this witch as she carries out her ritual?”
There was no need for theatrics but she found it very entertaining to provoke reactions of strangers far and wide. Even if they ran off she would have a laugh or two before entering the Festival for some merriment of the astronomical kind.