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fandomtownies2005-10-31 10:17 pm
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Night at the Beach
The soft sounds of the waves breaking over the pebbly beach is music in Kiki's ears. It is All Hallow's Eve, one of the most sacred nights for a witch of Kiki's training. She wishes her mother had been able to stay another night, to join her in the ceremony.
Kiki takes a small knife and cuts several handful-sized bundles of the dying brown beach grass above the high tide line. These she piles inside a shallow pit dug in the sand with her bare feet. The sand is quite cold on her toes. Jiji sits primly nearby on a large, smooth log of driftwood, watching intently.
Crouching over the pile of grass, Kiki tents her hands and concentrates, and is rewarded as a small golden flame leaps into life beneath her fingers. It's a larger flame than it should be, based on the amount and quality of the fuel, and longer-lasting. She stands before it, facing the water, silhouetted in silver moonlight and golden fireglow, and spreads her arms in a gesture of gratitude and praise, celebrating life and death.
It's a very short and simple ritual, and when she is done, Kiki sits on the driftwood, burying her feet in the sand, and watches as the fire flickers, consuming the magic she put into it. Jiji hops up into her lap, and curls up there, purring, as Kiki gently scratches the velvety spot between his ears. Anyone can see her sitting there and staring out at the moonlight on the waves.
Kiki takes a small knife and cuts several handful-sized bundles of the dying brown beach grass above the high tide line. These she piles inside a shallow pit dug in the sand with her bare feet. The sand is quite cold on her toes. Jiji sits primly nearby on a large, smooth log of driftwood, watching intently.
Crouching over the pile of grass, Kiki tents her hands and concentrates, and is rewarded as a small golden flame leaps into life beneath her fingers. It's a larger flame than it should be, based on the amount and quality of the fuel, and longer-lasting. She stands before it, facing the water, silhouetted in silver moonlight and golden fireglow, and spreads her arms in a gesture of gratitude and praise, celebrating life and death.
It's a very short and simple ritual, and when she is done, Kiki sits on the driftwood, burying her feet in the sand, and watches as the fire flickers, consuming the magic she put into it. Jiji hops up into her lap, and curls up there, purring, as Kiki gently scratches the velvety spot between his ears. Anyone can see her sitting there and staring out at the moonlight on the waves.
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