The Kupala Night was short—the shortest in the year—and tightly packed with things to do or take part in. Some were more regulated, some less. The ceremonies started—after the nine important witches lit the main bonfire—with announcing marriages.
With the fact that magic was a hereditary thing, it didn't surprise me one bit that witches were as keen on purity of blood as medieval nobles. Not every marriage was arranged, but many. That, of course, didn't touch small covens like mine, but only now I held a bigger picture of our differences.
