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Eternity had slipped by and Meadow could no longer discern what time it was. They could remember bits and pieces of the evening but most of it had become nothing but a blur in their mind's eye. The last they could really remember was dancing on the table but now, a million stardust moments later, they found themselves sitting crossed legged on the floor staring at the very same table where a graceful red haired siren danced a dance of temptation and inebriation in their stead. Meadow was entranced as they watched TJ move to the music. They could tune out the wolf whistles and loud ritual chanting of their Neanderthal classmates and just enjoy the rhythmic movement. With the arrival of Nicholas Grey, the show was over and the growing disconnect between Meadow and the world around them was expanding further.

Since day one at San Agustin; Meadow had been true to themselves, been honest with themselves and as yet had not found a pack or a herd to belong to. This didn’t bother them to start but as those early days became more and more, they wondered whether a group to love even existed. People were drawn to each other here in a way that was almost supernatural. Reactions were chemical, powerful and uncontrollable. Yet amongst the explosions of teenage decadence stood Meadow Mayflower alone in the fire. Scanning the swiftly emptying room as students paired off or wandered into the night on jelly legs, the flower child felt even more isolated than ever. Downing the last of their drink, Meadow thought it best that they took their leave also; the welcoming aura of this party had evaporated; replaced by something else, something a little more intangible.

Meadow found themselves back in their own dorm, staring out of the window and into the garden below. It was a beautiful night out there with clear starry skies and a big bright moon illuminating the blades of grass below. Lighting a candle for the Goddess; Meadow stripped off their party clothes and placed themselves in the combined lights of the moon and the fire on the floor; allowing the burning essences around them to clear their clouded booze addled mind. There was a clarity to be had in the silence of ones own castle and Meadow was having that clarity right now. All of their molecules and every fibre of their being felt tainted and poisoned, not from the alcohol but from something else; something at that party made them feel... unclean. Pulling an oversized t/shirt from under their bed, Meadow slipped it over their naked form before picking up the lit candle and hurrying out of the dorm.

The Wiccan found themself down in the courtyard, staring up at a large looming oak tree; the perfect place to cleanse. First they placed the candle and down before they dropped down to their knees and began to pray to the Goddess silently, offering respect and love to the creator. Meadow began to dig their hands into the dirt and pull clumps of mud from the earth before rubbing it into their bare skin. Mother Nature would help force whatever darkness that had sealed into Meadows pores out of their body and send it back to where it came. Once happily mudbound; they leaned against the tree with the candle held close to their chest and the dulcet tones of Stevie Nicks playing in their mind.

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