[ P ] Disaster

Disastrous. No other word could accurately describe the night that had just transpired deep in the heart of the Fae Forest. Just after midnight, the life of a stranger had been extinguished prematurely. He had been selected as an offering, but hadn’t made it to the sacrificial altar. His death was a wasted opportunity on the summer solstice.

What did this mean for her coven? Would the Goddess unleash Her fury? Were they now in peril… all because of one grave mistake? Was it her own fault for entrusting the lad with a part so vital? For trusting him at all? Rhiannon had given him a chance, despite him being him. She had ignored a lifetime of experience and intuition, thinking the boy was indeed something special…. As if he could ever truly be anything more than his sex.

Time passed in disquieting contemplation. The night was inky blackness and ominous, eerily silent, as if the forest understood that something was amiss. Finally, Rhiannon would find the unfortunate boy all dressed in darkness. The witch approached Anwyn and for a long moment, the enchantress said nothing, merely staring at the boy. She noted that Anwyn had grown taller in the recent weeks; she no longer needs to look down to meet his disturbing gaze with her own violet stare.

Finally, a rueful sigh escaped dark lips as the Matriarch addressed the onyx-clad youth reproachfully, disappointment evident on her steely facade. Her tone was glacial: ”What happened?” She would allow him an opportunity to respond before speaking again. ”We will not be meeting for plant lessons anymore, as it is no longer necessary.”


@Anwyn

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Her disappointment was all he could see in her eyes as she glared at him. Like a flame held to his skin, he struggled not to squirm under the weight of his failure. This had been his one chance and he had failed. With dark ears pressed against his lowered skull, he stood in silent, his tail tucked partially between his legs. Rhiannon's wrath was suffocating. But that wasn't the worst of it.

She wanted to know what happened. "I think it was the amount of alcohol in his system, it must have reacted with the dose I gave him. I didn't give him much." It was the only explanation. Anwyn had been careful, studious, he had done everything right. But the sacrifice still died. He had ruined the ritual.

If that wasn't bad enough, Rhiannon would nail the final nail into his coffin. We will not be meeting for plant lessons anymore, as it is no longer necessary. Jaws parted in shock, the yearling sucking in a sharp breath. "Please." He murmured. "Please give me a second chance." He pleaded. Datura was still teaching him and had given him plenty of information. But Rhiannon had experience, she wasn't teaching him based on trial and error. To lose his lessons with Rhiannon, was to lose everything.

Climbing back into her good graces would be an impossible task. His heart thundered against his chest, now panicked that he might lose what little education was already bestowing upon him. "Please." A soft whimper managed to snake its was from his throat, an unwelcome sound that gave away his distress.speak like this.

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