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though her honeyed giggle does not go unheard by the dreadfather, they do not capitalize upon it. she has already spoken that their nightwife has singled her out for deploying the ways of pleasure magick — the dreadfather assumes that it has less to do with them an more to do with her nature.

perhaps one day i will tell you. but she is not yet a druid and the dreadfather keeps to their nightwife's wishes: the acolytes know only what the listener allows them. it is not their place to divulge anyone's secrets; lest of all their own.

many, rumbles the dreadfather. star magick and blood magick. earth magick and pleasure magick. death and poison magicks. many and more that i cannot possibly name them all.