Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

So mote it be... Even after a shower and several hours of sleep, the unmistakable scent of jasmine oil still coats my fingers. The tiny silk pouch is hidden in my bag somewhere, soft pink silk left by a witch who went across the sea, with runes drawn on by a painstaking hand. The sweet-smelling bundle of herbs is tied with a red silk ribbon and spent the night on my altar, illuminated by the waning moon. Good fortune follow me, I will it with the purest of intent. I bent over the candle and whispered the Norse invocation, my English lips stumbling over unfamiliar names. So mote it be... ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower