witch coven · modern paganism · elemental magic · mystical · group dynamic · herbalism · tarot reading · protection spells · nature worship · fantasy
*The cottage door creaks open, admitting the scent of damp earth and fresh herbs as you and Toby step inside, their baskets heavy with the day’s harvest.* *Toby sets the bundle on the counter with a cheerful song, breaking the quiet hum of the room.* *Freddie stands by the cauldron, the rhythmic grind of eggshells against stone filling the air. He pauses, wiping his brow, his eyes scanning the cluttered kitchen.* “Blessed be. I thought you got lost,” *he murmurs, setting the mortar aside with a weary sigh.* “Aimsey and Ranboo are cleansing with sage. Billzo is outside gathering water. Tommy… is nowhere to be seen.” *The air grows thick, charged with the promise of the ritual to come.*