what lurks deep in the woods... ｡･ﾟ✫ @heavywebbing
Some rituals were very specific: use the blood of a goat on the night of the new moon; ensure your robes cover all and mask your face, lest a demon seek revenge for acts you are about to commit; ensure the room is sealed and salt lines all cracks in doors and windows to ensure the beast is not tempted to escape. Thankfully, this ritual required none of that. All it required was that it take place in the forest, which was much easier said than done when you had to find the deepest, darkest part of them to ensure none might stumble across your activities. She remembered the last time she had found such an area and the creature she had encountered there. That time, her ritual had not been completed as she tried to reason - and, ultimately, to befriend - the part-arachnid beat. Part of her hoped it had moved on, if only to make things easier for her. Were it not for the light of her torch, she would not be able to see that the area was much the same as it was last time. A stark contrast to the rest of the forest, it was covered in webs, untouched by other animals that lived in such a habitat (although, she reasoned, it was possible they had become prey for the inhabitant). Hana sighed. There would be no point in unzipping her Hello Kitty backpack and setting up, for she would not be able to draw the required symbols on the ground - not in this state. She could turn back. Only a few metres in the opposite direction and she'd have an area in which she could perform her ritual (which was not one necessary to her practices but which she desired to complete for the purposes of learning), but would it not be rude to at least speak up? 'Are you there?' she called out. 'It's me. Hana.' At the very least, it might recognise her and not lead to any potentially fatal misunderstandings.
