The Witch: Book Two of The Sorceress Saga by Taliesin Govannon (important books to read .txt) π

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Raina shot them a withering glance before shaking her head. βYβall have funβ¦ Iβm going to go and find the raven-haired Goddess who has been seeing to my needs all week.β
βSee you guys at the concert.β Evelyn said, getting out her phone. βI have some texts that need answering.
We split up and Gaia followed me to the encampment across from the stage where the set of Druids that Jack and Katsu had been hanging with were camped. Our friends were curled up in the nest chair again, and I could smell the pungent sweetness of cannabis smoke in the air.
βHey everyoneβ¦ β I said, sitting down. βI didnβt get the chance to make introductions earlier. This is my girlfriend Gaia.β
βHey.β she said, sitting beside me.
Oak, Angela, and Nancy were seated around the long table again and were joined by a young woman with blue and green hair. She was dressed in a red ADF shirt and jeans, and was busy rolling her own joint. Introductions were made, I discovered that the new Druid was named Mari-Anne, and then Oak looked at me with confusion.
βI thought you had a boyfriend.β he said.
βI do.β I replied. I took Gaiaβs hand in mine. βAnd now I have a girlfriend, too.β
βThis is new.β Gaia said.
βIn this lifetime, anyway.β Jack added softly.
βI was polyamorous in a past relationship.β Angela said next. βI wound up dumping both guys for being insufferable whiners. Oak and I are monogamous.β
βMaybe Iβm insecure,β Oak continued, βBut the whole poly thing just never felt right to me.β
βItβs not right for everyone.β Mari-Anne said. βAnd people trying when theyβre not ready or into it at all is what leads to all of the poly horror stories you can findβ¦ anywhere, really.β
βAmen to that, sister!β Angela said.
βSo whatβs new in the field of Celtic archaeology?β I said, shifting the conversation.
βWell, someoneβs claimed to have found the medallion of the Tuatha De Dannan.β Oak said. βOr actually, have claimed that they know how to get it.β
βThough thatβs as likely as finding living unicorns, itβs such a legend.β Angela added.
Gaia and I smiled at each other.
βThereβs a lot of evidence for itβs existence.β Oak continued.
βAll hearsay.β Angela countered. βA few diary entries passing on rumors of a mystical object by some Indiana Jones wannabeβs isnβt exactly rock-solid proof.β
βWhatβs the medallion of the Tuatha De-whatever?β I asked.
βOnly the rarest item in Celtic mythology.β Nancy said. βSo rare, many experts in the field are sure it doesnβt exist.β
βThatβs because it doesnβt.β Angela said. βLook at the legend: a lost object supposed to open a mystical doorway that contains both riches and unimaginable danger. Does that sound even remotely harmonious with any other bit of Celtic mythology?β
βThe legend says that it was closely guarded, known to only the inner circle of the Celtic priesthoodβ¦ β Oak said.
βNext youβre going to be saying something about jet fuel and steel beams.β Angela said derisively.
The band started their sound-check on the stage, and that caused the conversation to stop as everyone got up to head across the road. The Druids carried chairs, but ours were already set up when we got there.
I sat in my chair , which was next to Tiffany, and watched the crowd grow. The Blue Fae sisters were indeed hula-hooping, and I saw Raina curled up on the grass with the tall brunette I had seen her with all week.
βReady for tonight?β Tiffany leaned over and asked in my ear.
βAs ready as Iβll ever be.β was my response.
* * *
I walked with Vincent and Gaia down the long, winding road through the festival. We were heading to the big bonfire area, where people had been working since before the festival started to build the massive bonfire that would be lit on Saturday night, the last night of Starwood. The group of fire-spinners that the Oracle was traveling with were camped down there, and we were going to finally meet her.
I looked at the campsites we passed as we walked. Many were decorated with bright colors and reflective surfaces, some with battery-powered strings of Christmas lights shimmering in the dark. Some had people hanging out, eating, partying, and generally having a good time. Others were deserted, their occupants going out for their entertainment.
We eventually got to an area of the festival that I hadnβt explored yet. I hadnβt been avoiding it, I had just never got around to seeing what was there. We passed a large dome made out of PVC pipe with soft lighting, a small fire, and a group already gathering inside.
βWhatβs that?β I asked Vincent.
"That, so they tell me, is the didge-dome." he replied. "It's where smaller drums and instruments, the kind that would get swallowed up by the thundering drums at the main drum circle, go-to jam. They're having a hafla, or middle-eastern music and dancing gathering, tonight.β
I made a mental note: Iβll have to check that out!
We walked on, me holding Vincentβs hand in one of mine, Gaiaβs in the other. I was happy to have them both with me, as they kept me grounded.
We rounded a corner, and I could see the pile of wood for the next nightβs big bonfire in the distance. It was lit up with spotlights, and was an impressive sight.
βThat pile of wood has to be a story and a half tall.β Gaia said, her eyes wide. βThe flames coming off of that thing are going to be ridiculous!β
As we got closer, we could see people in the nearby field practicing routines with flaming objects. Getting closer still, I could see that many of the fire-spinners had a certain look to them: piercings, tattoos, black clothing, different levels of bare skin, and dreadlocks⦠lots of dreadlocks. Some of them had tied-back
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