It’s the perfect weather for packing a picnic, venturing out into nature, and paying tribute to the old gods of the deep wood so they will continue to bestow the dread forest magic you feel running against your skin like spiderwebs.
me: im into polyarmory
her: you mean polyamory right?
me: [with multiple swords] what
After trying to research skin care methods and finding too much conflicting advice I have decided to age swiftly and devastatingly in a mossy green cloak with a gnarled walking stick in my hand and crow on my shoulder
Happy solstice! May your tired bones call out to their home deep in the gentle woods. May curled ferns become your jewelry. May thorned vines overtake those who mean you harm.
I don’t want riches or adoration, I want to disappear into the woods and become a legend whispered fearfully by the townspeople when they feel the quiet buzz of eldritch magic just past the tree line.
The ferns are waiting to weave themselves between your bones. Take a rest in the forest. Just for a short while.
You are not being lazy you are just practicing for when the forest comes to reclaim your bones.
Ciara | Ciaraíoch 🎨
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