Chapter 52: worked
"And it worked," Olivia added, her voice softer, her hazel eyes glinting with conviction. "The Light gave us advice—wind angle, tempo, rhythm. Now you all don’t need to... you know, do the full ritual, we will tell you what the light told us."
The circle exchanged glances, relief washing over them, laughter bubbling up like a shared secret.
Myra’s brunette curls bounced as she grinned, her black lace panties peeking as her skirt rode high.
"That’s smart," she said, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief. "All the power without... uh, the messy stuff."
"Yeah," Viora agreed, rolling her eyes playfully, her smirk sharp.
"Best plan yet. You two get the Light’s wisdom, and we get to keep our dignity."
Nellie giggled, her freckled cheeks flushing, her thick frame relaxing.
"So, what did the Light say?" she asked, her voice eager, her beads clutched tightly in her hands.
Eva’s lips curved, her green eyes flashing. "Watch the sand and grass for the wind’s rhythm. Time your shots when the gusts soften, angle left to ride the flow. It’s like dancing with the storm."
The circle nodded, their faces set with determination, their spark kindling into a flame as Oliva and Eva gave them demonstrations in the little time they had left.
And by the time the horn blared.