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On the night before the Circle's seasonal celebration, Circe sets out some candles in glass jars, lighting the trail to the natural stone altar used for the Circle's ceremonies. She is dressed in her ceremonial robes and carries her staff-spear.
Having prepared, she awaits the arrival of the others.
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Obsidian arrives wearing something not seen on her before ... A dress. A red dress. A red flowing dress with loose sleeves, a deep v-neck, and a bare back. She wears a loose braided leather belt around her waist. Hanging from the belt is a glossy black blade of chipped obsidian.
"Good evening, my Hierophant. The setting looks wonderful."
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Jayant emerges from his room dressed in a simple set of black fatigues, long sleeved top and goes barefoot. Displaying his kukri proudly, Jayant walks gracefully to the alter and smiles openly to his Hierophant and Obsidian.
"Good evening, ladies. May the Mother bless you both."
Aesop steps out of the woods and reestablished his manskin. He is completely nude. When he sees the Hierophant he doesn't speak but he brushes up against her in an animalistic form of affection. The gesture is far from sexual, but bizarre, she may know he greets her wordlessly like an animal might.
He looks to Obsidian and smiles, though he gets within arms reach and sniffs her to confirm her identity rather then taking his eyes word for it.
He approaches Jayant and smiles, he nods shakes his hand if allowed and dips his nose down to smell his hand
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Jayant looks through Aesop to Circe. It was the best way to avoid the complete and utter horror that was the naked man before him. Offering his hand, still looking at his Hierophant, Jayant simply says, "Aesop."
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"Good evening, Obsidian, Jayant," Circe replies. She does not respond verbally to Aesop's greeting, but instead just strokes his hair like she might her wolf.
"The Dark Mother has seen fit to bless us with this place, and these ceremonies will serve to acknowledge that blessing, among other purposes."
Turning to Jayant, she asks "Those who wish to step from the Chorus to become Acolytes and be initiated into the mysteries of Cruac will also have the opportunity to do this over these two nights. Do you intend to take that step, Jayant? Your service is impeccable, and you have my blessing to take this next step if you feel yourself ready."
Aesop smiles at Circe's gesture, then takes a knee and listens to the conversation, curious of the answers in this case.
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"If you feel I am worthy, then it would be a blessing." Jayant's dead heart felt heavy. His belief in the Mother was being torn by the words of his Sire.
What will he say?
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Sean finally arrives, a little late. He's alone and he trudges through the woods to the meeting place. He looks around at the gathered Circle, but he does not grin.
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Dirge was running late and she new it. However, she had finally arrived at the location for the meeting. She took off her backpack and quickly began stripping her clothing, while the cool night air playing across her cold naked flesh. She bent over to pull out her ceremonial robe and then slip it on over her head. Dressed in her knee length robe she knelt down once more to stuff her jeans, shirt, undergarments, and shoes into the back pack before closing it and strapping her cane to the exterior.
Then she turned to face Cerberus. She thought of Circe and her conversation with Cerberus. She had been trying the same with him since then with some acceptable results. Concentrating on the dog she spoke, "Ok boy, they are meeting near here. Find Circe, the woman who spoke with you earlier."
She stood up, grabbed her backpack, and then let her companion take the lead and she followed the gentle pull as he moved with purpose. She listened to the night sounds around her, the buzzing of insects, the rustling of the breeze, and the sound of her footsteps on the ground. Soon people's voices could be heard talking over the crunching sound of her bare-feet on the grassy and sandy soil. The grass and dirt squished between her toes as Cerberus continued to lead her to the sounds. They were very close now and the others could likely see her by now, but things were difficult to tell outside. She continued to approach until her friend suddenly stopped.
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