DarkWarrioress
~ An Amethyst Mist ~
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She was there, on the cliff’s edge looking out to sea. A warm wind swirled around her where she stood. She held something tightly cupped in her hands. Her concentration was absolute. The wind whipped against her skirts as she held out her cupped hands to the night and watched the mixture of rose petals, sage and lavender swirl into a spiral, taken by the winds and into the night.