miriamkaufmannâ:
elliealdenkampâ.
a lithe arm reached out, hand securing the lighter within its grasp. as a delighted smile painted ellieâs lips. she taken a seat across from both darby and miriam, the three forming a sort of circle around the pile of rocks and twigs darby had pulled together. her glittering green gown trailed down her body and onto the ground where it without a doubt was picking up dirt, but the girl didnât mind. sheâd managed to run off deeper into the arboretum with, arguably, two of her greatest friends. getting a little dirty along the way was but a small price to pay for this sort of rare and unique time all together. âhow about⌠tyche, goddess of fate and fortune?â her mesh and stone covered shoulders rose and fell in a shrug, ellie beginning to light the candles. âwhat do you think, mir? who should it be?â one after another, the wicks went aflame, their light starting to glow across the young womenâs faces. in truth, she didnât mind whoever it was they ended up dedicating the fire too, only that they all had fun with it.
âThis feels like the start of the Trojan War,â she commented, eyes glued to the flame as Ellie lit the candles. Sitting with her legs crisscrossed, her flowing dress covering her legs, she contemplated their options. âAthena. Sheâs the goddess of wisdom, so I think she can tell us our exam answers.â While she didnât expect it to work, her skin was thrumming with excitement. She was in excellent company and that was the only thing that mattered to her. The moon casting a pale light on the three girls, the glow of the candles flickering across their faces created an ominous atmosphere. It almost seemed like it would work, like they would summon a real goddess â it was the thrill that anything could happen. She grabbed the bottle of wine they brought with them and some crackers they had swept from the bar, holding them out towards the middle of their intimate circle. âHow does this work? Do we throw it into the candles as an offering? We donât have to do a blood oath, do we? I donât want to get blood on my dress or on my shoes.â
âAthena. I like that one. and Tyche too, for a little luck,â she confirmed, taking the bottle of wine, her eyes incredibly serious as she took another Zippo lighter, holding it out to the small pyre she had created. It lit up instantly, flames licking at it hungrily. Unsure of what do to next, she grabbed both of their hands, closing her eyes in thought. âO, goddesses, if youâre out there,â she started somberly, nearly breaking into a laugh, the edges of her face twitching. âAnswer our humble prayers,â she implored dramatically, opening her eyes to check if Elli or Miriam had anything to add. âThink Iâm doing it right?â she questioned, elbow nearing dangerously closing to a precarious candle, wax dripping onto it. âLadies! We need some help!â She finally declared, letting out a soft laugh. throwing her head back. She let go of their hands, grabbing for the wine bottle. âA sacrifice, to you, Tyche and Athena,â she offered, splashing the fire with wine, flames growing larger, Darby jumping back a bit as sparks flew towards her. âShit!â













