NATALIA
It has been a rough few days. We haven’t made any progress since we got here a week ago. There haven’t been any new attacks, which, is good in its own right, but does nothing to help us in finding the fae attacking the coven. Staring at the large bonfire in front of me, all the witches dancing around to celebrate the end of the winter solstice. Mia sways back and forth on the large tree stump perch we share. It smells like hickory, as does the smoke curling off the blazing fire.
I think back to home. What would I be doing right now? Ivy whines at the thought. She has been distant, behaving passively when normally she would be all snark and huffs. The woods surrounding the coven offer a wonderful release of tension, but I have had to go out there more and more often.
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