We gathered on the village green. Maric had definite ideas about how the warding should go, and I must say, with only a little surprise, that they were all agreeable to me.
Everyone stated their intentions and requests eloquently. It was a short and sweet, if a warding ritual can be sweet, but very powerful.
I admit that I was almost late. I had been working with an artist on… Well. I seem to have had a bit of a temper tantrum, though it manifested itself, as it might have done with my (fake) Welsh granny, with complete passive aggression, resulted in something beautifu, and the object of my ire will probably never notice what I’ve done. Even if the results do include seven new portraits in a bedroom formerly completely devoid of art.
Although I say the ritual was very simple, it seemed we must feel passionately, all of us, about keeping Mysthaven safe, because the sheer amount of energy raised rivalled many Fae circles in my experience.
Nathaniel’s wings and horns appeared, and I’m sure I had a glow on me.
Although I trust him more now, Maric still scares me at these times. There is still so much of the elder vampire in him.
If I’d been in my right mind, I’d have worried about Wren, but Hal whisked her off to the tavern as Nathaniel’s and I almost didn’t make it back to his soon to be decorated bedroom.
Wren was overcome enough by the ritual energy that she sank to the ground’ as did Dyisi. That’s another advantage of being Sidhe, and Queen, I suppose: magical energy just winds me up and makes me want to….. Well.
Nathaniel’s and I did not get much sleep that night.