Sun Mote Copse Three make a coven

I wanna keep this going forever but I really need to pare down my thread load a bit. I really hope we can all thread again someday.

When Wraen casually caught the frog, just as easy as you please, and Niamh called her out, Towhee let out a loud bark of laughter, which soon turned into quite a fit. She was still in paroxysms when Wraen set "Prince Charming" free and, in fact, missed much of what she said. She only caught the last little bit: "The Coven of Three: Maiden, Mother and Crone. That's the sacred three."

She idly wiped a tear from the corner of her eye as Niamh asked the very question on her mind. -"Nobody here is a friggin' maiden,"- she observed with another bubble of laughter. She had to swipe at her face again. In that brief moment where her foreleg blocked her vision, Niamh somehow procured a frog on a string, which sent Towhee falling to the ground, now rolling with laughter.

It would be a while before she stopped. And it certainly wasn't the last laugh of the evening; far from it. Like Niamh said, it was good to get out and spend some time with her two good friends. Afterward, she would insist they do this more often. And though Wraen would come to leave them in the near future, breaking up their little coven and making that impossible, Towhee would never, ever forget this special night.