of walking the cold stone roads without anyone noticing her presence. And now she could. She strolled along th

d to rest on the forest floor. She bent and picked it u

ke it before, and felt it would go nicely on her altar. She stared at

ived mainly in nature and normally out of sight anywhere humans were present. Isra had always

nd when suddenly they both saw pink lights flutter around them, dancing wildly in overblown joy to be around such playful and innocent children. They spark

e'd captivated the mind and heart of a child, she now thought and acted much like an old crone, even though she wasn't very old. Bare

awn to it like love draws souls to one to another. Compelling magnetism. Even with all her bloodlust, rage,

be in focus and remain open to that which governs the spirit and the soul. Then, and only then, c

to help people, like the young woman whose husband was going to leave. It was with a blood sacrifice she'd manage

mforting at times for her soul. But that was the past, and now it was much different. Still, she longed to s

review things, to admire her dark surroundings and allow whatever

o receive magical messages with no disturbance. It was great to walk alone in the moo

this time the witch was going to g