Sun Mote Copse Three make a coven

I am so sorry this has dragged out for so long! If you wish to finish it, you may fade out in your next posts. I don't mind keeping it going either.

Wraen caught the frog by the leg mid-air and after holding it for a brief moment, looking from Towhee to Niamh, wondering, whom she should toss it to next, but decided against "marring" any of those pretty mugs and let it fall to the round. She watched it hop away and in a pretend-morose expression said: "Here goes my prince Charming..."

"So, Niamh, you looked as if you had swallowed a stinky fish on the way here," she turned to the blonde beast (beauty, of course). "I guess that you are "covenning" for the first time and this is probably not the kind of fun you expected?" she asked, teasing her comrades. "The Coven of Three: Maiden, Mother and Crone. That's the sacred three."