The Maiden Anointed [semi-closed] [majorly backdated to March 1]

[acrookedchild]

"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.


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[stauncherhearted]

"Not at all." Because that's the type of person she was. If she cared about you, Nancy would risk her life all for you. Or break out of the hospital and come all the way across town after a very nasty fight.

"She's a good friend and I'm proud of her." Friend, not necessarily coven member. But at this point, she supposed, it hardly mattered. What did Childermass know, anyway? "She needs someone on her team here- the rest of you just waiting to destroy her."

[knowstheworld]

Childermass shrugs a little. Let her think what she likes of him, he doesn't particularly care one way or the other. If she should like to include him in 'the rest of you', then let her. He had tried the help Abigail, on more than one occasion. Just because he is Norrell's man does not mean that he cannot think for himself.

"It is true. The Midnight witches have very few allies, with the current state of things. It will be difficult for her, in such a position as this," he points out.

[stauncherhearted]

She has no reason to believe otherwise. She's only ever witnessed Childermass act on Norrell's behalf. Maybe one day he'll surprise her. But today is not that day.

"Something we're both all to well aware of." She wanted a drink so badly right now, and she didn't care how it mixed with her medications.

[knowstheworld]

No, today is probably not that day. For Childermass is here with Norrell, even if Norrell is not there speaking with them. And even though Norrell could care less what Childermass does with his time. Suppose someone else saw, suppose someone else were to get the word back to him. He'd never hear the end of it.

He raises an eyebrow at her steely response, though he supposes he can't blame her for it. Though he merely continues on besides. "How do you think she will handle herself?" he asks. Because why not -- even if he's not certain whether she'll answer or not.

[stauncherhearted]

What? Did he expect to get some sort of deep dark secret out of Nancy about Abigail? That's what she wanted to know. If he thought that, he really had no idea who he was dealing with in the slightest.

"With all the grace and diplomacy of a Widdowson," is Nancy's cool response. She knows she'll do well. Abby was the sort of girl born for this thing. Nancy, on the other hand, couldn't have been more the opposite.

[knowstheworld]

Childermass is not expecting grace and diplomacy out of Nancy, no. Which is why he expects her to slip up sooner rather than later. And why he is asking Nancy about Abigail, rather than Abigail herself. Of course, if she keeps mum on the matter he won't be surprised either way. He knows how deep their loyalties lie. Rather as deep as his own, although he expects that none of them would understand that.

"A Widdowson," he echoes. "Is it the family name that has her seeking out such a position then? Or are they all really so ambitious as that."

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy won't betray her friends. She's not that type of girl, no way, no how. She'd been raised where betrayal was the worst thing you could do to a person, and she believed it. Abby's secrets were safe with her.

"I couldn't tell you. I'm not acquainted with the rest of her family." All of them, living on borrowed time...