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Who: Moira and Zak
What: Flying and stuffs!
When: Friday late afternoon
Where: Starting at Zak's? Headed to probably the park
Rating: B for Beltane!
To be doing no kind of circle on Beltane was odd for Moira. She'd done a small one herself upon wakening, but it wasn't the same. Now that there actually was someone else of her type of magick here, was it really too much to ask that Ian would do a simple circle with her? Despite everything, she had honestly thought that he would not mind doing at least a circle with her if he was not even going to with her a happy day.
But no. She hadn't heard from him at all. After her own circle, her anger was mostly moved into confusion. And possibly a little bit of hurt. But she was set to spend the day with Zak. Just thinking of that made her a little bit happier. So leaving Niamh in the safe hands of Lulu and Clarice, Moira set off with her bag full of various things, helmet and protective padding amongst them, and a particularly fragrant flower for Zak.
Once arriving, Moira knocked on the door, glad that she'd chosen to wear her still green and not yet trimmed hair down and jeans in contrast to her thoughts about a skirt. Flying in a skirt? Not exactly the best plan ever.
What: Flying and stuffs!
When: Friday late afternoon
Where: Starting at Zak's? Headed to probably the park
Rating: B for Beltane!
To be doing no kind of circle on Beltane was odd for Moira. She'd done a small one herself upon wakening, but it wasn't the same. Now that there actually was someone else of her type of magick here, was it really too much to ask that Ian would do a simple circle with her? Despite everything, she had honestly thought that he would not mind doing at least a circle with her if he was not even going to with her a happy day.
But no. She hadn't heard from him at all. After her own circle, her anger was mostly moved into confusion. And possibly a little bit of hurt. But she was set to spend the day with Zak. Just thinking of that made her a little bit happier. So leaving Niamh in the safe hands of Lulu and Clarice, Moira set off with her bag full of various things, helmet and protective padding amongst them, and a particularly fragrant flower for Zak.
Once arriving, Moira knocked on the door, glad that she'd chosen to wear her still green and not yet trimmed hair down and jeans in contrast to her thoughts about a skirt. Flying in a skirt? Not exactly the best plan ever.
