“It’s a fine day, isn’t it? Bright and cool. The harvest is nearly done, and we’ll have our
celebration soon,” he continued as he walked with the hawk on his arm. “The equinox, as
you know, when night conquers day as Gronw Pebr conquered Lleu Llaw Gyffes. We’ll
celebrate the birth of Mabon, son of Mordon the guardian of the earth. Sure there’ll be
honey cakes for certain. I’ll see you have a bit.”
Shadow Spell
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It’s easy to let time slip away, but even a long-overdue
gathering can be special.
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“Keeps us balanced.”
“Seems it does, and I’m thinking balance might be the thing.”
“Ostara, the equinox, the balance of day to night? Rather than the solstice?”
Dark Witch