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"We're waiting for you, my lady."

The words carried through the branches up to her, and she sank a little at being discovered. Slowly descending and turning upright, she locked eyes with the older water wiccan.

"Well now you've just ruined it," she said, landing softly on the dirt in front of him. She stumbled a little on her dress, "Only a little bit longer and someone would've broken out in a fight or a bawdy dance. You know how people get when I'm not around."

She smiled, here eyes now flitting from person to person. The group was practically buzzing from the energy of being this close, and she could imagine the others in town stirring in their beds, unable to pin down exactly why they were filled with such dread and fear. No one knew that the witches were here, but they could all feel the effects, and she knew it. She saw it written on every face in the pews on Sunday, pensive and worried and overfocussed on the pastor's words. Tonight they would make that a little bit worse, and she wanted to enjoy the process.

         William saw Marian come and go, prancing of with her stag. She had offered him a ride but he didn't take it, personally he needed MORE time to think about things, besides he enjoyed being late to the 'party'. As he walked along the path he thought about what his father said, and how he wasn't a kid anymore. It hated him to think of himself as an adult, the very notion kinda scared him frankly but he was wasn't he? He was an adult now and he had to do more adult things, like God forbid marry a nice respectable puritan girl from the parish. However that was quite now, he had to build a place to call home first his dad would help him with that like he said he was gonna.

As he approached the cabin he sighed and opened the door, too see his friends gathered. He didn't quite care for the conversation they where having without him, it no doubt isn't his problem anyway.