Eagles fly alone, but sheep flock together.

Eagles fly alone, but sheep flock together.

People are funny. Awhile ago, I was approached by a lady named Plagasgraw. She informed me that she was the Grand Mistressorother of a sisterhood called the Coven. Isn't that nice?, I thought, Some person of status actually talking to me. She wanted to explain to me what The Coven was, a group of women that worship the Goddess. I still don't know what Goddess this is. I don't understand people when they're vague, Zillahface can vouch for that. I'm not smart in the whole pagan thing, but isn't a coven a group of witches?, I asked, and she replied, Oh no no no, you just have to be a woman to be in this club! And she sadly admitted that her circle of sisters was dwindling in numbers, and my enrollment would help liven the place up. This gave me alot to think about, so I asked for some time to twirl it over in my brain.

Days went by, and it consumed me. It's a moral dilemma, you see, for a gypsy to go and just join another family not their own. But I haven't seen my caravan in six years. Six years of being alone, so I hope they don't blame me for considering joining another family. I mentioned my thoughts to Zillahface, in passing, and he snorted a laugh at me and shrugged it off. I went to other friends as well, and they gave me advice. Most of them said that it wasn't worth my time to join this particular clan because there was nothing in it for me. I mean, what can a group of girls that hang out with each other and gossip do for me? It's not my thing, and never has been. One of them even mentioned that it was a dying clan and I would be used as a tool to bring the clan back to fame. Once I heard those words, I knew I had made my decision. I'm sure it's a great clan, full of nice peoples who do nice things, and don't beat up old ladies. But is it really right for me?

Maybe it's not the right place for me, and maybe there isn't a right place for me, but I'm happy with that. It would be nice to feel like I belong somewhere, but hey, beggars can't be choosy. And want to know something funny? Everyone that I thought was a friend is now in that clan.

Here's my >.< face.

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Rowane de'Dannan said…
*makes an eagle kawing noise* Kawwwwww!
12:06 PM
Malia said…
I'm the high priestess of the coven now. A lot has changed since Plagasgraw spoke with you. I've returned to the place I belong, and have worked to bring the sisterhood to where it is now -- alive and kicking(literally, even!).

So, that was then. This is now. There are sisters everywhere, and I'm proud to have everyo one. The Grand Coven is here to stay.



*bitchslap Rowane* Had to be done.
1:46 PM
Zillah said…
I would have had to disown you if you turned out to be the 'trendy' type, Lime. Too much girliness, the warehouse is fer better suited for you. *wink*

Malia, High Priestess. Figures. The fire department seems to have been frightfully busy these past few weeks...
8:52 AM
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