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[color=1dd09e][i][b]Location[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] The Patch.
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	[i]"Nature is revolting."[/i]

[color=3a8d75]This is not new.[/color]

[i]"Crops are dying."[/i]

[color=3a8d75]Start caring about your planet and change that.[/color]

[i]"Delaware's coast still stands under water."[/i]

[color=3a8d75]You have never stood on a coast before, then.[/color]

[i]"It stands to reason, we ask ourselves what the witch community has attempted to correct these unnatural occurrences of mag-"[/i] Stormy folded up the newspaper and tossed it onto the kitchen table, he had seen enough of already. Just a shotgun argument to get under a reader's skin before feeding them the notion that every witch was obligated to be a magical soldier. Stormy could have talked for hours about why that alone was nothing short of a red flag, but he tossed the newspaper away for quite the opposite reason. Today was Ostara- Alban Ellir, a time that wasn't worth spending on political echo chambers. There were times and places.

The sun would be dipping lower into the sky before long, and the celebration was already underway. 

A two-minute drive down the road and everyone's favorite history teacher was at the Patch. Stormy arrived just in time to hear the start of Lina Calvo's speech. Stormy felt from time to time that Lina was the glue holding Shipden together, more than the cohesion of the witches themselves. Stormy couldn't tell that anything was wrong, but surely everyone else here had read the paper. He stashed the thought away for later that they would probably have some kind of talk about this together. [i]That[/i] would be an interesting conversation, but hopefully it would just blow over... Right?

When the speech concluded, the light show that followed was rather beautiful. The people of this coven always knew how to put on some of the best light shows. It put a smile on Stormy's face, seeing other witches just existing peacefully together and enjoying the holiday. Stormy went back to his car and pulled out a foil-wrapped pan. He then made his way over to the tent with all the food and sat it down with all the other food. Pulling off the aluminum foil, it was revealed that he brought a whole plate of brownies for the others to enjoy. Right beside a plate of apple pie, and a slice plopped into the grass haphazardly. The brownies smelled fresh and sweet, and the plate felt warm to the touch.

Apparently that pie belonged to Hanna Whittle. Stormy had seen her around a few times, and they had talked. He was always pretty open to being approached and about his background, so he found it easy to talk to someone like her.

[color=1dd09e]”Well. [i]That[/i] looks great.”[/color] He said referring to the pie she had on the table, ignoring the one that was being fed to the brass currently.

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