June 01, 2016, 10:38 AM
daily, deirdre would create her circle and pray. small offerings she would sometimes bring with her when something could be found; and she would always sing in each cardinal direction for all of the elements to combine and create, to answer her song and lend her their natural magick. and they had all lent her their power, for though her power was great she knew this could not be done alone! and this day, this day! as she moved through the woodland, she bore witness to a petite flower bud, and the small, sharp-ended tip that was soft to the touch emerging from the earth.
she gave thanks; she lifted her head and sang of her joy. for the sight of it was the conception of hope, and the floricide that had happened here would soon be but a memory. when donnelaith smelled of green earth again, all would be restored! her ailing father they could aid with the earths gifts to them, and she felt relief as she had not felt in so long. though her limbs quivered and deirdre ached in her hunger, she felt only happiness. for in her heart she believed she had brought the earths return from prayer and communing with it, and her witches magic had done its work.
she gave thanks; she lifted her head and sang of her joy. for the sight of it was the conception of hope, and the floricide that had happened here would soon be but a memory. when donnelaith smelled of green earth again, all would be restored! her ailing father they could aid with the earths gifts to them, and she felt relief as she had not felt in so long. though her limbs quivered and deirdre ached in her hunger, she felt only happiness. for in her heart she believed she had brought the earths return from prayer and communing with it, and her witches magic had done its work.