The night was still clear, full moon heavy overhead, bright enough I could see even without the towering bonfire fifty feet for me. I wrestled with my tripod, grumbling that none of Zephira's little chattering, self-centered witches had been willing to schlep gear for me. In fact, they pretty much ignored me when they gathered in the parking lot, pulling their own things from the trunks of parked cars, giggling and carrying on. I guess they had their hands full with their giant headdresses and heavy capes and oh wait, was that a massive cooler of beer? Three of them? Six totes full of firewood? Oh, and a baggie of drugs that the youngest dangled in front of the man with the beard before swaying her hips seductively.
Marvelous.
Maybe they'd share later.
They'd started dancing after the f
