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Location : Outside of Hecate's Cabin
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The air was heavy with the smell of Juniper, clean, woody, spicy, and slightly reminiscent of balsamic vinegar. The thin line of smoke that rose from the burning stick flowed straight up past the various hanging plants and to the ceiling above. There were piles upon piles of books scattered all around the room. There were several history and magic books wide open on top of the pile, along with a few linguistics and ASL books thrown in there. Various torn-up pieces of paper thrown about around the floor. Somewhere ripped in half, others crumbled into a ball, and a few were laid out carefully over the messy bed with red circles and tiny notes written with haste. At the center of the room, the small glass table had been pushed against the wall, and the room was covered with various crystals and bowls containing spices, herbs, and random trinkets. Some components didn't have a special container at all. Vanilla and cinnamon sticks were piled up against another small pile of mugwort.

It was a mess. Chaos.

Amongst the mess, Tatiana sat cross-legged in front of the laid-out bowls in the center of the room. Her hair tied up in a bun above her head, with few loose curls resting against her forehead. Red ink stained the tips of her fingers as she held a Juniper stick in hand as she said a small prayer to her mother, lips barely moving and eyes closed. She had just finished cleansing her room, getting rid of any negative energy that may have slithered its way into it. The action had become a ritual the past year since she came to camp. 

It reminded her of her home back in Santa Barbara, of her grandmother's own rituals, of her father's altar, and of the warmth that came with all of it. The past year had hit her hard; after the incident back home, Tatiana had become more reserved and closed off to people around her. She still smiled and tried her best to make friends with others, and some she did consider friends, but few barely took the time to know her. 

They didn't know that Tatiana's favorite smell was that of wet clay and her grandmother's chamomile with sunflower honey or that her favorite thing to do was sneak off to the forest or Half-Blood Hill just before dawn. It was mostly her own fault; Tatiana tended to deflect those types of conversations, always putting up a smile and giving half-truths to people who'd call her a friend. 

[color=gray][i]"Rest my child, when you wake up you'll be alright."[/i][/color]

Those words, Tatiana could still hear them as clear as day. They kept repeating in her head like a broken record as she put out the Juniper stick and began to draw out a circle with charcoal. The runes came to her so easily; it was like breathing to her now. She drew out the crossroads rune in the middle, surrounded by other smaller runes, protection, peace, and the elements. She stared down at the crossroads, wondering if that was what her mother had intended when she was left here. 

Tatiana was afraid. Afraid to move on and forget everything she had left back in California. 

[color=gray][i]"... you'll be alright."[/i][/color]

She wanted to believe, and so far, she was. She was fine. She had a roof over her head, three meals a day, and a new family that Tatiana never thought she'd have again. It just didn't feel [i]her's[/i]. It all felt too alien, and the only thing that felt right was right before her. 

She took one of the empty vials, one of the many she had "borrowed" from Valeria and Zane, and placed it within the circle. Lighter in hand, she lit one of the small black candles and let it burn for a second before putting the vial over it, letting the smoke fill it before adding black salt, frankincense, amethyst crystals, rosemary, black obsidian, and finally lavender. 

Light blue swirls, the color of a misty morning before the sunrise, slipped from her fingers and into the vial. Her magic wrapped itself into the crystals, the rosemary, and lavender. Tatiana closed the vial and let the black wax drip over the cork until it was sealed properly. Then it was done. Tatiana said another small prayer, her eyes closed and voice above a whisper before wiping the runes with an old rag. The crossroads stared at her before she wiped it clean, gathered up the components, and placed the protection spell by the small altar next to her bed. 

[color=779FA1]"I'll be alright."[/color] Tatiana repeated to herself. She pulled her hair out of the bun, letting her curls fall over her shoulders, before turning around and heading out of her room. She quietly crossed the bottom floor of the cabin, wondering where the rest of her siblings were as she exited the building. 


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