Originally posted October 29, 2008
((A bit of ritual for the young witch.))
Sometimes a sacrifice is necessary, if only to make sure magic is paying attention.
The shock of the blow against the goat’s neck traveled up Siobhan’s arm. The heavy weight of the kurki had separated the head from its body. Dulled eyes looked up at the young mage as she lifted the headless carcass above her head. Arterial blood flowed over her naked body as she recited the words.
Anointed, she stood. Continuing her chant, she moved from room to room, touching certain spaces with blood covered fingers. She returned to the circle after completing a circuit of the condominium. Her chant stopped. She opened her eyes and sighed.
She rose and walked towards the shower. She would bathe and clean up the remnants of the ritual.
It had taken a little time to get Robi and Becky out of their place. Siobhan had not discussed the spell with them, but that conversation would happen. No one could enter the space uninvited. Shiv had taken the love the three had cultivated there and used it to strengthen a magical barrier against intrusion and scrying. They would be safe here.
Siobhan smiled thinking of her new home and wondering how goat stew would taste.
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