001///Wanderings on a Full Moon

[nyctipolus]

The moon is full again, and my companions have fled Selene's face. The mortals have nearly conquered the night, attempting to bring Helios back from his slumber with their love for the artificial torches and lamps.

Sirius lopes alongside me, as is his wont. It feels right to have something of home with me, even though we are fallen far from grace.

Work today was mundane. So many 'Wiccans' as they call themselves invoke my name for their spells, and yet they do not detect that the shopkeeper was their Goddess.

Comments

[ghostbitchwitch.livejournal.com]

They did leave such nice offerings once, but perhaps, they've forgotten us and as such it made us susceptible to our fall from grace.

[donttrustbirds.livejournal.com]

Mortal memories are so short. And their period of gratitude is even shorter. They have gone from putting their lives in our hands to this.

Perhaps we will have to make them remember again.

[ghostbitchwitch.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you are right, my lady. They've butchered my worship and turned it into something evil and obscene. I do not appreciate such activities.