FOR: @vivienneyoungx WHEN: 27th of May, 1989. WHERE: Flashback. The school for Young Witches.
Dawn's first light, where Serephina's prayer was most important — the earth element had always made sure of that. She woke, when the world woke, and by the world she meant the birds, and the grass, and the roots. Her lungs expanded, feeling it rush through her like it was embedded in her skin. They were as one. With each step, she dropped crumbs on the floor. It was an old superstition that she'd been told as a child about leaving a path to guide their divine to where they needed them most.
A gift, an offering. Light filtered through towering pines, colours bursting everywhere she looked, but as Sere walked further away from the main building, towards the dappled silhouettes, the secluded gardens which saw statues sprung high and mighty...beautiful.
She smiled. "All hail Satan," she intoned, aware that she must pledge her allegiance every morning, afternoon and evening. The way in which each witch did it was personal. Some kept it quiet, some did it in groups and others, like Serephina, completed old rituals, brought around long before the current supremes had ever existed. "And follow this gift — I ask for — " a sound...enough for eyes to narrow.
She knew those footsteps.
"I can hear you, Vivienne."
