[ P ] Sisters of the Moon

Datura

Snow was falling heavily that morning – if indeed it was morning, it was difficult to tell on such dreary days. Pale cream-colored tail encircled delicate paws, lids closed over amber eyes as Datura sat alone beneath an evergreen. Weary eyes opened slowly, and she was surrounded by white in all directions. Mother Rhiannon insisted that there were signs from the goddess that Datura was supposed to be able to see. But the girl saw only winter. The child sought answers in her dreams, she strained to hear it on the cold wind that chilled her to the bone. She spent hours studying the stars, but they were silent as ever.

Though she could not perceive them, Datura knew that changes were coming. Mother Rhiannon was certain of it, and Mother was never wrong. Datura had been accidentally privy to a twilight conversation between the two adults of the Sisters of Samhain, the only grown-ups of their coven. Clandestine words had caused Datura to shiver: the goddess was restless. Angry. And Mother said that it was time to do something about it.

“Only blood can atone for these crimes against the goddess.”

The words replayed in her mind on an endless loop, causing a shiver, for these dark notions were more frightening than even an endless winter. But what could this mean? A deep sigh parted her lips in a visible puff like a tiny cloud.



@Henbane @Nightshade

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