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Happy Ostara or the Vernal Equinox!!; It's a holiday for us Witches.
Topic Started: Mar 20 2005, 08:49 PM (39 Views)
Tiff
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At first all we see are stars, then the camera pans down and we see something sparkling in the distance, as we get closer we see that it’s a fire and that someone is dancing around it wearing something flowing and white. It’s a skippy sort spinning dance around and around and around. We get close enough to hear what she’s saying and also to recognize that it’s Sam.

Sam: The Earth, the Air, the Fire the Water, return, return, return, return!

Sam isn’t yelling, but she is speaking rather loudly, and all the spinning and skipping has her a little out of breath and her words reflect this. She says this twice then, keeping the same pace she chants something else. I’m not typing it out, it’s Hebrew and it means the same thing. What Sam is doing is raising energy, it’s important for any big spell work and it’s fun though tiring. Finally, Sam stops, it’s a dead stop hands above her head. Again she speaks, and again it’s louder than normal for her but still not shouting.

Sam: Tonight is one of death and rebirth, the old god dies tonight making room for the new to be conceived on Beltane. The waxing Moon is in Cancer which draws things toward us and also supports growth. Tonight shall be one of change for me.

Sam finally moves from her position to get a box that was sitting rather unnoticed in the shadows behind her. It’s a familiar box, it’s the one she gave to Tier not too long ago. Inside are all her voodoo things except the knife, the old poppets are also in there, with the addition of Bill’s. First she puts the herbs into the fire, and watches it flare and eat them up, she then moves to another pile and throws in some bundles of sticks. These create a great deal of smoke that follows Sam as she moves, and if you were there, you’d probably be reminded of the smell of pot, though this was just sage.

Sam: In this fire I burn what remains of an old practice of mine. Hexes removed from the bodies of those I once cursed, so no harm is done to anyone with my cleansing.

Sam starts tossing in the empty bodies, the outside form of the poppets that she never used, once these are gone she tosses in the stuffing and the string. She then waits for the fire to catch up to her, which doesn’t take too long, this is a hungry fire, a magickal one. Sam takes a deep breath and speaks again.

Sam: All that I have left are the formed but un attached poppets. One of the people I once cursed I care very much for now, I wish not to break all bonds with these people, just to burn the poppet bodies.

Sam tosses them in by twos then just one at a time. She pauses to look at Brighty, remembering the first time she was in the ring with him, she then brings up Bill beside Brighty. The size difference is apparent even from here, she looks at them both for what was perhaps a little too long, a light rustling is heard and Sam breaks her gaze with the dolls and tosses Brighty in with the same move. Bill she holds on to, she runs the fingers of one hand over his hair and smiles. Oddly, she hugs the little poppet then tosses him in to the fire as well.

Sam: Fire, eat away the proof of my stray off the right path, Air blow the ashes to all corners of the earth. Bring these temptations to me never again.

Sam sits on the ground and for a long time is silent, her eyes always on the fire. She’s not really meditating, though it does look that way. What she’s doing is call scrying, it’s sorta like the Runes or Tarot cards but much harder to do, most people cant do it actually and especially with fire, it’s the hardest of all the elements to scry with. Sam seems to be communicating with the fire actually, her head nods once or twice. Finally she pulls away and looks upward at the stars.

Sam: …lesson learned…

Who was she talking to? Well, if you don’t know by now, I’m not going to tell you. Sam sounded defeated and hurt with that though, makes me wonder what the fire showed her.

Sam: I have one last thing for the fire to burn away.

Sam lifts from it’s sitting place on the ground her ponytail, you remember the one they cut off in the beauty shop when she got her hair done. For now she places it in her lap.

Sam: My hair, the hair I refused to cut for silly childish reasons. I’m no longer a child and the reasons become flimsy and easily broken in my mind…then someone shattered them. I’ve now cut off what remained of me after the attacks…

Sam tosses the hair into the fire.

Sam: It’s time for me to start anew as well.

Sam stands again and speaks with her above normal volume talk.

Sam: Go back spirits I have called forth, but remember you are always welcome in my circle.

Sam walks once around the circle we hardly noticed was there.

Sam: The circle now is broken.

She goes down on her knees and places her hands flat on the earth, she takes a few deep breaths in and out. She is grounding, which means she’s taking any remaining magickal energy and putting it in the earth. If you don’t do this then you run around like you have the best sugar buzz ever, I’ve forgot this step before and it wasn’t pleasant. She gets up and looks to the fire.

Sam: Burn nothing but what I’ve given you.

Sam picks up the now empty box then turns away from the fire and walks toward the road, it’s actually not very far and when she gets there we can see that she didn’t come alone. She hands the figure the box once she gets close enough.

Tier: You hesitated.

Sam: I was only thinking of the match this week and of the first time I was in the ring with Brighty. When I made that poppet I considered sewing the mouth shut.

Tier smiles and Sam starts undressing. Nothing to worry about though, she has a lavender tank and some white shorts on under the white dressy thing she had on.

Tier: Have you asked?

Sam: Yes I did, but not the cards. The fire showed me the thing you mentioned and quite a few other things I’d rather of not seen.

Tier nods.

Tier: So you know.

Sam: Now I do, yes.

Tier nods again.

Tier: I didn’t myself until last night while I was sleeping the funny thing about magick is that once you’ve learned how to do everything, once you stop the power never leaves you. The effort it takes to open your eyes is the same if not less than the effort it takes to close them.

Sam nods.

Sam: I learned that when I first started down this path. My first encounter with the fire scrying was less than pleasant, I ran from it. Chuck taught me much about control, in fact that’s what we spent most of our time on.

Tier: It shows. For as little control over your own will as you have your talents are mostly maintained.

Sam again nods.

Sam: You’re the first person that has seen that kind of practice since Chuck, actually. I tend to keep this part of my practice to myself…

Tier shakes his head.

Tier: It’s nothing to hide.

Sam: Neither is the human body, yet no one goes around naked… It’s just very personal, I’d sooner take off all my clothes and stand in the center of some busy city than I would let them all see what you just watched.

Tier shrugs.

Tier: It’s your prerogative.

Sam nods, they sit in silence for a few minutes then Tier pulls something out of his skirt pocket and points toward the back of the woody area.

Tier: There’s a faerie circle back there, I wasn’t expecting to see it, it’s not even really spring yet.

Sam: I knew there was something about this spot…aside from the handy clearing.

Tier laughs.

Tier: Handy clearing, a must.

Sam: When it comes to dancing around a fire, yes it actually is. That dress would go up quicker than I could put it out in the West.

Tier: I was never much for the dressies.

Sam: Me neither, but Chuck made it for me. It’s been through nearly every Sabbat since I started celebrating them.

Tier: I don’t have any important clothes like that. Except my masks, I’m up to seven now.

Sam nods.

Sam: There’s just that, and another something like it only in a dark lavender color. Chuck never told me why he made it, just said it was for something special and that I’d understand what he meant when the time was right.

Tier nods and looks thinky for a second.

Tier: Of course I went into things blind, not to uh, say I’ve done so much better than you but I didn’t have someone to answer those questions I needed answered, to guide me along the way when I was blind. I don’t know what it is about the masks, Bomb gave me the first one, but for no other reason than that I need one…Do you know much about the luchador tradition?

Sam: I know very little…I know you wear a mask, but I don’t know why...

Sam shrugs.

Tier: Originally it was to hide your identity way back when luchadors started. Now a lot of people have a lot of different reasons, some still do it to hide who they are so that they my life freely even from the fame that wrestling now brings. Others do it to be fearsome, or as a means to entertain the fans. Most of us, myself included, do it because of tradition if the child of a wrestler, or the family of a wrestler also becomes a wrestler names and masks tend to be handed down. I’m sure you’ve heard of Rey Mysterio Jr. His…uncle I believe was Rey Mysterio. He had to work and prove himself to earn the title of Rey Mysterio Jr. I wear my mask because it was the way I was taught. It was the world I was brought into.

Sam: I’d have thought it would be awkward for you to be doing flippy floppy stuff, you just seem too big for it…

Sam shrugs again, she’s not real sure about this.

Tier: I don’t do it as much as I should anymore, for that very reason. The bigger I get the harder it is for me to be flexible enough, but I do what I can.

Sam nods.

Sam: I’m almost stuck having to do at least some flippy floppy stuff, I’m just too small in comparison to most of my opponents to do much else. I was warned when I decided to wrestle that my size could present a problem.

Tier nods.

Sam: Are you hungry? I’m really wanting some cake right now…chocolate cake.

Tier: Cake?

Sam nods.

Sam: After doing ritual like that most Witches are hungry, it’s a very draining thing, dancing around in a circle chanting, and more specifically we want something sweet. Chuck always make cake of some kind, white, yellow, he made a rose cake once that was really good. So now when I finish ritual I normally want cake.

Tier: Where are we going to find cake at two in the morning?

Sam stops to think on this, he does have a point after all cake is hard to find at two in the morning, unless you make it and Sam sure as hell isn’t up for that.

Sam: I don’t know…doughnuts maybe, I could live with a doughnut.

Tier: Doughnuts are do able.

Tier hops off the hood of Sam’s car and gets in the passenger side, Sam slides in the driver side and starts up the car. They head off in search of doughnuts…and maybe some crunchy chee-tos.

Fade.
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