it was decided that the long night begin anew for the young ones of this year. their bond with the saltwater would be honored here, they with the sea, and would compel sapphique once more to the great mystery of the force by which they defined their existence.
this year oversaw a frostlicked sea and a a cold wind in the trees which bordered the siren's bay.
but not yet had it become its own land, and still easily reached, if one could brave the coldness of the water itself.
the ritualists this year were of differing ages. it did not matter in the eyes of the lwa, for each would be given a dream out there upon the brine.
mireille sent a whisper of her own out into the seaside; that @Thibault and @Chantale and tousaint also be sent such a vision as reminder also that the sea did not leave them.
ancestors watched with warm eyes of ghostly pride as mireille called together the wolves of sapphique to witness the rebirth of a new generation into the knowing wisdom of their natal land.
in this they were strong; in this they would be made one with the sea.