Regaining Cerridwens' Magic

Author: * Victoria Aedui - 40 Posts on this thread out of 1,288 Posts sitewide.
Date: Oct 24, 2003 - 02:00

Mordred's mind was a wall of resistance. Cerridwen called to him as he closed his eyes. "Mordred, Mordred" It was not a restfull sleep. He denied her any access to penetrate his thoughts. It may have been that he had grown will, strength to tune her out. He may have been training himslef not fall completley asleep.

Perhaps, It was Cerridwen, Perhaps she was the tired one, weary from the days magic. It would be a long restless night for Mordred, and many nights to follow. Meanwhile, Cerridwen would spend long hours alone, practicing her magic and regaining full control over her skills.

Cerridwen was alone now, with only the pale light of the moon as her company. Shedding her clothing, she let her hair cascade down her backsideand sank her toes in to the rich wet soil. She kneeled down to her knees and with both hands, scooped up the wet soil of the forest and began rubbing it all over her body and face. Cerridwen felt grounded with the true balance of the Earth covering her naked body. She closed her eyes and imagined the tangible guideance of the Grail.