Chapter 162: Celebration
The Maiden and The Mother left the chamber and summoned the burial team to collect The Crones body.
The sisters and brothers were in a frenzy trying to set up for the festivities and celebration. There were streamers adorning the awnings of a stage in the center of a field. Garland wrapped around streetlamps. Decorated lanterns made to look like stars, floated above their heads. Vendors had set up in the park selling delicious deserts and salty snacks, jewelry and clothing. Some had set up art stations to make
Death wasn’t mourned; it was celebrated. Though behind closed doors loved ones felt their absence. They weren’t immune to the pain of loss. However, in public, tears just weren’t shed.
And when The Crone past a new one would be elected from a selection of powerful women of a certain age.
Arya would be heartbroken not being here for the festivities, but she picked war over coven. She would miss this because of that loyalty.
Theirs’s was to the gods, and the now the MoonChild. Not the vampires. Especially not now when they knew the MoonChild was with her protector and they wouldn’t be participating in a war that goes against the gods plans.
The festivities were starting to kick off and the crowd was livening up. The Circe Coven was as large as it was powerful. People were starting to arrive by the dozen.
Both The Maiden and Mother were smiling seeing everyone coming to celebrate and enjoy it all.
"I think we should tell Arya that The Crone died. I don’t think we should wait." The Maiden stopped suddenly and turned to face The Mother.
"You think we should inform her of only that?" The Mother questioned The Maiden’s motives.
"Yes. Only that. She was close to The Crone, emotionally closer than the rest of us. If we don’t, we aren’t doing right by her and that reflects badly on us." The Maiden clarified.