Stepping back into the hedge, and walking passed the Standing Stone, Mhairi's fell-flames roamed over the area. Light steps make quick work as she, with her Courtier, move back to the graveyard of the Court of Earth.
Arms laden with supplies, and varied components they'd need for the ritual to come. The Sprites has tried to help...but, best not to remember just how much of the Autumn Commons was singed.
Taking a pouch full of ash, the remains of bits and pieces of the Autumn Commons, and lead shavings, Mhairi cast them to the ground. A circle for the ritual.
One of the Ever Ripe Glamour filled fruits is handed to her. Mhairi nods her head in thanks, and pierces the flesh of the fruit. It's juice spills down her arms, and onto the ground...with another motion Mhairi takes up the split open fruit and slips her bronze keychain within. Her juice sticky hands takes up another handful of Lead and Ash and pats that handful into the fruit. A thumb caressing the keychain.
With a deep breath, she expels her own glamour, the newly familiar heat of her hedgespun necklace ignites around her throat, and in the next heartbeat she sets herself on fire.
There she sits, in a Circle of Ash and Lead holding an Ever Ripe Fruit, full of Ash, and Lead, and her very special Token, and watches as the Fruit too falls to Ash.
Once there is nothing but Ash, and lead and her very special Token remaining, Mhairi will nod, her thumb once more caressing her keychain, before attaching it to her Crown.
The Wyrd, a force unto itself, takes the bronze leaf, and mimics it. Scattering Ash covered leaves throughout the spiderspun threads and the mirror bright lead leaves already there.
Mhairi swallows, and allows the fire of her Armor die down...hoping she's done what needed to be done...
ooc and Rolls
Book Keeping
The wind that had been summoned by the ritual began to pick up, crisp gusts of air sweeping through the clearing, brushing against exposed skin like spectral hands and filling the air with the center of the harvest. The leaves and vines upon the surrounding trees began to change, molting into deep hues of gold and scarlet, ochre and rust. The calls of the creatures within the hedge stilled, and only the faint echoes of haunting, lingering screeches remained.
Autumn had come to the Garden of the Standing Stones.
Across the boundaries of the Gate, the neighborhood began to change. Neighborhood watches quickly grew and gained membership. Unofficial curfews were agreed upon by block after block, and dogs began to growl at anyone not related to their owners. Trips to the gym replaced evening runs, and the park remained empty whenever it fell under night's shadow...
Nevertheless, the smell of freshly made pies mingled with the scent of bread and casseroles, and friends often visited to eat and revel together behind closed doors and shuttered windows. Book clubs became popular around the neighborhood, and grades improved in the local schools. Most importantly, though, the inhabitants of the neighborhood remained safe. For now...
Great Ritual!![]()