Witchtrick’s Day

Terrawyn leaned over the giant cast iron pot in the corner. She took a huge whiff of it, dust tickling her nose, making her sneeze. Never minding the dust, she carried it over to the stone fireplace. Snapping her fingers, a dazzling rainbow spark flew out of her hands, setting the fire.

As the bottom heated, Terrawyn added some water so it could begin to boil. Three potatoes waited on the counter behind her, and she chopped them into thick cubes. Tossing them into the water along the way, she stepped outside and plucked up as much clover as she could find from beside the entryway.

The clover needed a prayer before it would be ready. She filled her mortar with the clover, ground it down and added some oil. Terrawyn held the concoction above her head and called upon a blessing of the god and goddess.

The legend told upon this evening the god and goddess would meet in the forest and be wed. It would bring luck to anyone who prayed that evening.

Terrawyn took slabs of chicken and patted them with a cloth to remove any moisture. She cut the meat and rubbed it down with her sacred oil mixture. A bright green plume erupted as she added it to the simmering water and potatoes, and Terrawyn knew her brew had been successful. As she waited for the meat to cook, she celebrated and danced a jig about the kitchen. The god and goddess had blessed her.