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AMITY.
A sense of routine was something Amity craved. Perhaps that stemmed from her less-than-stable childhood, but it made her days easier, less jumbled so that she could focus on priorities as opposed to minor details. An easy life, she supposed, but that was the beauty of Havencrest. She didn't have to worry about hunters or those who would otherwise benefit from her demise; she was safe there, or at least as safe as she was going to be, and it kept her at peace to an extent. Her existence there was tranquil, serene even.
Unfortunately, that particular evening was significantly less peaceful.
It had been exactly one year and three days-- she kept count-- since Camila's disappearance, and there was a subtle tension surrounding the coven, like a veil of dread. Amity couldn't pinpoint it, but it was definitely there, and that made her nervous. Typically, she was capable of picking apart people's emotions; maybe this surpassed her abilities. There was also the possibility that she was merely imaginings things, which had admittedly happened before, but that didn't stop her from acting. Better safe than sorry, right?
Organizing a coven meeting felt like the best decision. They had... a lot to discuss, and even if they regularly spent time together, it was difficult to get everyone in the same place at the same time. Amity was determined though, and she'd made it blatantly clear that they all needed to be there, at their regular meeting place before sundown.
Currently, it was fifteen minutes from seven o'clock in the evening, and she was only just starting to make her way towards the edge of the forest. It was normally a bit more lively by then, filled with the songs of birds and rustling of other wildlife, but she couldn't hear anything, and that made her anxious. Then again, so did everything else.
Ephraim was perched on her shoulder, perpetually undisturbed by Amma's jittery movements. He was used to this though, and the young witch was convinced that her calm familiar could sleep through a hurricane. It wouldn't have come as a surprise anyway. "It's late," had been the demon's initial complaint, to which she'd simply replied, "I know," before strolling out the door.
As she reached the edge of the clearing-- she could already feel the energy of the protection spells they'd placed there-- Amma paused and looked over to make sure Heather was still within arm's length. It was rare for the entirety of the coven to be there at the same time, but she had her hopes up. They hadn't had a genuine meeting in months, and it was very much needed. There were issues to discuss, things they needed to talk about as a group--it was a necessary evil, as much as she would have liked to avoid any conflict or tension. The past year hadn't exactly been easygoing though.
"Do you think they'll show up?" Amity asked with a small frown, obviously addressing Heather as she stepped into the clearing. By 'they', she meant the remaining four and was by no means targeting anyone in particular. "It's been awhile," she then murmured under her breath, briefly basking in the warmth that surrounded the forest. It was nice there, it always was.
@pines @daird @Jenamos @any name you wish @Iceydaze
Unfortunately, that particular evening was significantly less peaceful.
It had been exactly one year and three days-- she kept count-- since Camila's disappearance, and there was a subtle tension surrounding the coven, like a veil of dread. Amity couldn't pinpoint it, but it was definitely there, and that made her nervous. Typically, she was capable of picking apart people's emotions; maybe this surpassed her abilities. There was also the possibility that she was merely imaginings things, which had admittedly happened before, but that didn't stop her from acting. Better safe than sorry, right?
Organizing a coven meeting felt like the best decision. They had... a lot to discuss, and even if they regularly spent time together, it was difficult to get everyone in the same place at the same time. Amity was determined though, and she'd made it blatantly clear that they all needed to be there, at their regular meeting place before sundown.
Currently, it was fifteen minutes from seven o'clock in the evening, and she was only just starting to make her way towards the edge of the forest. It was normally a bit more lively by then, filled with the songs of birds and rustling of other wildlife, but she couldn't hear anything, and that made her anxious. Then again, so did everything else.
Ephraim was perched on her shoulder, perpetually undisturbed by Amma's jittery movements. He was used to this though, and the young witch was convinced that her calm familiar could sleep through a hurricane. It wouldn't have come as a surprise anyway. "It's late," had been the demon's initial complaint, to which she'd simply replied, "I know," before strolling out the door.
As she reached the edge of the clearing-- she could already feel the energy of the protection spells they'd placed there-- Amma paused and looked over to make sure Heather was still within arm's length. It was rare for the entirety of the coven to be there at the same time, but she had her hopes up. They hadn't had a genuine meeting in months, and it was very much needed. There were issues to discuss, things they needed to talk about as a group--it was a necessary evil, as much as she would have liked to avoid any conflict or tension. The past year hadn't exactly been easygoing though.
"Do you think they'll show up?" Amity asked with a small frown, obviously addressing Heather as she stepped into the clearing. By 'they', she meant the remaining four and was by no means targeting anyone in particular. "It's been awhile," she then murmured under her breath, briefly basking in the warmth that surrounded the forest. It was nice there, it always was.
@pines @daird @Jenamos @any name you wish @Iceydaze