#ckate

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𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: ａｎｙｏｎｅ ( all welcomed/connections welcomed )

    Katherine had been tossing and turning throughout the night until her sheets and blankets were ruffled in a mess. She was restless, and since sleep wasn’t upon her, she sought out to make better use of her time. In the kitchen she began to prepare some food, hoping her cautious sounds wouldn’t awaken anyone who actually could sleep. Four AM was a little bit of an early start for breakfast, but it was keeping her hands busy and her mind at ease. The aroma of cooked cinnamon and butter on her egg dipped bread was beginning to warm her surroundings. 

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               Lavender and chamomile were the healing to Katherine’s haunting sleep. She wasn’t sure why she was having such trouble as of late. Whenever the sun would fade in the horizon, she knew her eyes were going to be heavy with a battle to fight the sleep. The nightmares were frequent, and too terrifying for her to try and figure out what they meant, or what perhaps they were warning. A small sigh was pushed through the woman’s nostrils as she took a sip of water. The kitchen was vacant and to her use. Fresh chamomile boiled on the stove, as her hands worked to grind up the stems of lavender. She could hear her mother’s voice mocking the air all around her. That she was wasting her magic on a bohemian joke, that crushing up nature was something a powerless soul could do. That her sister was someone she needed to be more like. Perhaps it was her taunting mother and sister she left behind that was keeping her from a good night's rest. Coming to this new coven was supposed to be more freeing, so why did she still feel binded?