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undergrounds2016-03-25 11:19 pm
acrookedchild) wrote in undergrounds2016-03-25 11:19 pm
The Maiden Anointed [semi-closed] [majorly backdated to March 1]
"For five years, I have been the Maiden of Witches," Katherine Terrance, the former holder of the title, said with a soft smile. There might even have been some pride in it, though she was trying to hide that. After all, no one was supposed to be pleased that someone from Circle Midnight had been meant for this position. "Now, the time has come to step down and let another take my place."
Beside her stood Abigail Widdowson, dressed in a modest white dress that made her look remarkably more pale, almost like she was dressed for her own burial. The impression wasn't lost on her, either.
They were deep in Daybreak territory, overlooking the Thames from Wandsworth. The building was meant for ceremonies like this and large gatherings of a group of covens. Now, it was for this, with all witches invited to witness the making of a new Maiden, as she was to serve both Circles. To stand for all of them.
"I was told when I took the role that I would know when the time had come to step down, and I was told that I would know who to hand this mantle to. You are never given more than you can bear, the Maiden before me said. Now, I pass those words on to you."
Abigail knelt down on a pale blue pillow and bowed her head politely.
"I ask three questions of you," Katherine said with all due solemnity.
"I will answer," replied Abigail.
"Will you serve as the Maiden of Circle Midnight?"
"I shall."
"Will you serve as the Maiden of Circle Daybreak?"
"I shall."
"Will you serve as the Maiden of all Witches?"
"I shall."
"Then let it be known, that you, Abigail Widdowson, stand as Maiden of Witches. Part of the trinity that holds together all our sisters: the Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone. From this day on, you are an example to us all. And you will be watched."
Katherine picked up a small silver urn and poured a few drops of the scented oil onto Abigail's forehead. She bowed her head, then, and rose of her own power. Katherine offered no hand, and Abigail sought none. She stood straight, took a deep breath, then nodded to Katherine. The former Maiden responded by bowing her head to kiss the spot on Abigail's head where the oil was placed before she stepped away. Then, Abigail took the few steps down from the dais.
Under her own volition, she'd have scurried away. But she had cause to mingle. So, she would.
(Open to all witches!)
Beside her stood Abigail Widdowson, dressed in a modest white dress that made her look remarkably more pale, almost like she was dressed for her own burial. The impression wasn't lost on her, either.
They were deep in Daybreak territory, overlooking the Thames from Wandsworth. The building was meant for ceremonies like this and large gatherings of a group of covens. Now, it was for this, with all witches invited to witness the making of a new Maiden, as she was to serve both Circles. To stand for all of them.
"I was told when I took the role that I would know when the time had come to step down, and I was told that I would know who to hand this mantle to. You are never given more than you can bear, the Maiden before me said. Now, I pass those words on to you."
Abigail knelt down on a pale blue pillow and bowed her head politely.
"I ask three questions of you," Katherine said with all due solemnity.
"I will answer," replied Abigail.
"Will you serve as the Maiden of Circle Midnight?"
"I shall."
"Will you serve as the Maiden of Circle Daybreak?"
"I shall."
"Will you serve as the Maiden of all Witches?"
"I shall."
"Then let it be known, that you, Abigail Widdowson, stand as Maiden of Witches. Part of the trinity that holds together all our sisters: the Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone. From this day on, you are an example to us all. And you will be watched."
Katherine picked up a small silver urn and poured a few drops of the scented oil onto Abigail's forehead. She bowed her head, then, and rose of her own power. Katherine offered no hand, and Abigail sought none. She stood straight, took a deep breath, then nodded to Katherine. The former Maiden responded by bowing her head to kiss the spot on Abigail's head where the oil was placed before she stepped away. Then, Abigail took the few steps down from the dais.
Under her own volition, she'd have scurried away. But she had cause to mingle. So, she would.
(Open to all witches!)
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Her lips quirk a little more, and her eyes flicker just a bit. Because they both know just what most of the people in this room think about her. But, then again, she's a Widdowson. She's used to being watched. Constantly.