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She summons them at dusk. Not to the manor, but somewhere deeper than that. In the very center of the wood, just beyond Grimhilde manor, there is an open field. It is surrounded by trees that look far more ancient than their surroundings, and the air of magic is thick here. Long has the family used it for ritual, for drawing power from the surroundings. The moon and the stars and the darkness. But tonight shall be different.
Tonight, magic shall rain upon the land in darkness and glory. Wild and untamed and beautiful. Siren Cove shall be great once more.
When her coven arrives, in the wood, they are greeted by a raven who flies them to the field. Nerium waits there, hooded in black lace veils, encircled by candles. Her cauldron already bubbles.
Tonight, magic shall rain upon the land in darkness and glory. Wild and untamed and beautiful. Siren Cove shall be great once more.
When her coven arrives, in the wood, they are greeted by a raven who flies them to the field. Nerium waits there, hooded in black lace veils, encircled by candles. Her cauldron already bubbles.
