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Medea nodded as the stranger took the salt. Whether she heeded her warnings or chose to blindly face the coming ritual without its protection was now out of their hands and into the palms of Fate. All she could do was turn her gaze to the spell and watch. With every word spoken in the infernal...

Medea stood from her sat position, the Grove Witch taking the gnarled wooden branch that was her staff and carving a circle into the dirt around her. Taking a pinch of salt out of the earlier prepared bowls set up by the ritual, she sprinkled it into the sunken earth as the foundation of her...

Medea sat upon a branch rising from the ground, a rod of yew in her hand and pale eyes glancing between her sisters as they prepared for the ritual at hand. Around her, small flowers began to blossom and bloom, stretching out underneath her form as a blanket across the wood. Though it was only...

Just chiming in to say Medea's still with the coven for the long haul!

Medea's hand slowly drifted in the air, a gentle breeze encircling her as it carved a path through soft dirt. She murmured a few prayers, calling the names of spirits and dryads to aid her in whatever may come next. "And sister," she called out towards Selina, "take this." In her hand, she...

"Well done, sister," Medea commented as she looked over the elixir, an impressed look briefly adorning her visage. "You'll make a skilled brewer one day." Nodding to Asuego to continue the ritual, she took a step back to allow her to begin. "Asuego will help you with the required rites."

As the book slammed shut, Medea brought over a cauldron. A viscous liquid bubbled within it, swirling idly as if yearning to be stirred. "The brew of the fallen requires utter adherence to the recipe, sister. Stray too far from it, and payment must be derived from something else." She left the...

Medea moved to Selina's side, dull grey eyes glancing at the pages presented by Susanna. Nodding along to what her sister was saying, she began to prepare the next stage of the ritual — plucking herbs from nearby bushes, the occasional brightly-colored flower, and other ingredients which she...

The grove which surrounded them was a vibrant wall of foliage, speckled with rare flowers and herbs that provided a pleasant scent unlike any most have ever experienced. Branches seemed to idly sway in an invisible breeze, bending away from the witches as their presence grew nearer and inching...

Whatever's in store for the coven, I'd be happy to give Medea another run-out!

The Grove Witch was positioned by a tree in front of the tavern, sitting cross-legged beside it. Her hands idly traced the surface of the bark, prompting the subtle growth of moss to follow her touch, slowly blossoming with vibrant colors. The slow trotting of a donkey halted her idle...

Medea, upon hearing the offer of companionship, grew a delighted expression that adorned her face. "Oh, that would be wonderful. As my sister says, this fungus has proven to be quite elusive. Your company would be appreciated." She turned to look at the man, Willis as he appeared to be named...

"Kikwi," the witch repeated, the name coming out in an utterly fascinated tone. "How odd for the college of man to be so welcoming to others. Impressive, to say the least." She smiled, a strangely comforting yet simultaneously offputting expression, as she's been told. At the question of her...

Medea watched the village from the fog as her hand idly held the trunk of a tree, moss and flowers growing at the touch. This was the village, the one that held what she and her sisters sought. It was a rare fungus, one that could be manipulated rather easily to expel unique magical properties...

Great! I most certainly will.