Beltane || Coven
Colette didn’t remember the last time she had people over for a sabbat and she couldn’t contain her excitement. She had served solitary witches in town and in turn she practiced alone, or with her Mother and Aunt when they took time to visit. Colette had seen a few young witches come and go, as she helped them on their journey. Nothing long lasting, but something had always called her to stay and wait here in Opulence. Now it seemed to be finally paying off.
Her house was covered in candles, the table set with far more food then three people could eat and lush flowers covered most empty corners, Colette had closed the store for the day to prepare. A pile of raw pine wood in the back yard waiting to be lit. The face of the green man craved into a tree, smiling at the work set out for him. Now all that’s left was to wait.
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