And so, in the light of a blazing funeral pyre, officiated by a burned ruin that refused to crumble, the Circle of the Crone concluded their rite.
Perhaps the Dark Mother heard them; perhaps, at the height of the summer season, the neighbours were away; perhaps its was the trees that screened the burning farm from the road; whatever it was, the Kindred were able to complete their ritual and depart in peace.
Smoke haze greeted the dawn and the light breeze tasted of ash.
And that is a wrap. Consider this in Continuity. Great scene, people. Hope you enjoyed it. What do you do now?