Fanny Fae

For the challenge at

“What would be a typical day for you?”

A typical day for me would be awakening before dawn, e’vn though I most likely have been up late the night before. This is especially true if there has been a Sabbat or Esbat. A Wytch’s work is never done. There are always things to be done in the wood where I live, herbs to gather, potions and philtres to prepare, and of course, spells to cast. All of this fills my day. Really, what is a Wytch other than a woman who does things that other women cannot or will not do. My day is much like any other woman’s. Cleaning, cooking, gardening and the like. The only difference is, that the whole of the village seems to seek me out, as well as the men upon sailing ships seeking to buy a charm to bring them a lost love, insure the fidelity of a current lover, or perhaps even to find a bit of treasure for themselves on their journeys. For this I am sometimes paid in coin, but more often times than not paid by barter.

How amusing that there are those who would want to barter with a Wytch!

Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Historical Fiction (various projects in production)
Word count:193

The Herbal Rede

Be silent as the sacred oak.

Borrowed from . No, I am not a member, but I have been talking to others about the possibility of joining. The exercises that are posted are very interesting and they give very good insights into the character that one writes.

A perfect evening for me is on the night of the New Moon. This is the time to set about increase, to bring about the beginnings of Power, to set into motion the spark of life, seed to soil, sword to grail, flesh to flesh, flesh to bone. The dim light of the candles in the Circle are all that are between myself and the darkness that surrounds me. I am not impeded by clothing nor cloak. I remember this clearing in the woods, and difficult it is to negotiate the path at night when there is no moon and the light of the lantern is only to reflect back into your own face – and that of Sister Owl, Brother Coyote and the strong watchful presence of the trees that surround. Aye, the perfect night for me is New Moon, and there will be nothing to stop me from going to the stone Circle, working the spell and giving praise to the Dark Mother.

Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Fiction
Word count:165