The Grand Sorceress considered the man to be out of favor with the Goddess and was even delayed in her travels.
Dill also finds her medicine chest under the window sill, it looks brand new, and the shell is oily and appears to have been repainted. Only Amber knew that all her belongings were hidden inside, and Dill happily slung the medicine chest over her shoulder.
Mida had forbidden any other magical pets from entering the house, and as soon as Dill was out the door, she had a full armful of large white geese, and she and Mida borrowed unused combs to give the turnip a careful salute.
Looking at the goose, which was already fluffed up like a cloud, she scrutinized it as Mida had done, and then took a red hair rope and tied a familiar ornamental knot around its good-looking neck.
The goose's snowy feathers rested on the red rope, and the girl's black hair was set against the white flowers; there was quite a symmetry between one person and one goose. Dill was satisfied, her goose wasn't imposing or strong, but it could be a most beautiful goose.
"How is this tied ah?" Mida pulled lightly on the knotted rope, quite interested, "Like a butterfly ... and a bit like those quaint East Coast words."
"Aye, an East Coast tying, a sort of peace knot." Dill fooled around. Countless cross plaids plus two large ears invoke good fortune, only wishing that she and Wuhu Qing could live a long and prosperous life.
Today was a special day for the maidens, no longer maids of honor to the nominal Grand Witch, but like children and students about to graduate, they were changed into fancy dresses by their ladies themselves and escorted into the auditorium holding hands.
Veronica tied her red fox around her neck, the two reds blending, baking like clouds and flowing down to her waist. Becky walked with lightness and quickness, her gown altered to be strapless, and a chain of brilliant silver serpents with fine emeralds glittering in them was tied around her good-looking collarbones; Tolkien could act as a beautiful jeweled serpent just by standing still.
Kristina was the most moving, with her long honey-brown hair tousled thick and silky, and securely fastened with a headdress of a silver bird of prey holding an emerald egg. She lifted her skirt slightly and walked lightly and noiselessly, looking like a lady of a noble family.
Her serious lady kept a close eye on her walking manners, and at the slightest misstep, she struck with the silver cane in her hand. With each blow, her colored parrot would utter an expletive, and then Kristina would get one more.
The fact that each of the young girls was glowing and radiant, even more so than the Grand Witch beside her, was the magic of the new moon, the purest blessing that the Moon God gave to young girls on the verge of adulthood, and Dill was just feasting her eyes on the sights when suddenly she heard a panicked scream followed by the sound of the crowd scattering and stamping.
A black panther that stood a tall man stomped noiselessly, clearing a path for the two Furies behind her.
Bertha, the Grand Sorceress she served, had short, sharp hair that was quite rare in this day and age, and her silver and gray wolf coat dangled over her dead, empty skull with a few ornamental clasps of bone-white pig's tusks.
And though Gnesse wore the same silver robes as the rest of the crowd, her gold-clawed eagle still rested eye-catching on her shoulder and buttoned her up in a fancy sable slouching trenchcoat, which, upon closer inspection, appeared to be different sable-colored skins sewn together through and through.
This practice of wearing all the trophies on their bodies also caused all the other animal enchanters to skirt around them as far as possible.
Yet it was in the midst of all the flowers competing for attention that Dill found Amber; no woman of beauty, no maiden of innocence could compete with the light of the stars and moon, and today Amber shone brightly.
The woman wore long, silky, golden hair. She wore a crown of stars cast in crystal, and her black dress and gown were lined with silver satin, brimming with the softness of moonlight, thought to be the handiwork of magic. Today Amber looked like a moon goddess coming down to earth.
She thought so, just and that pair of blue eyes, and then bright gems can not compare to her green eyes, today they are bright out of the dust, such as a pair of emeralds out of the water, just a glance will make people's minds shaken, where contains a witch's most powerful magic.
At the moment Amber was being star-studded by a group of women, and Dill had never seen Amber so strange that even the well-dressed Milda seemed to pale in comparison. But she didn't see Miss Bobbi, Amber's big orange cat.
Miss Bobbie had never been a fan of too much action, just like her master; Dill noticed that Amber hadn't smiled since, her lady was never nervous, only bored and offended.
Today, however, Miller's Hollow was full of outsiders, most of whom were the witches of Juniper River, most of whom had befriended her, most of whom were blonde and red-haired, and all of whom were as rich and beautiful as fruits in bright sun, and who attracted a lot of attention from Milda.
In addition to the witches, there were also several uncommonly dressed ladies, most of whom were proper human nobles.
Although the faith of the church has become the pillar of the continental countries, the ancient remedies still have their mysterious and fascinating; charm, curse, or child-bearing herbs can best answer people's desires, and some of the kingdom's nobles will also invite witches to stay in the house, to teach their daughters to be married to protect themselves and their marriages with a few small tricks.
If these outsiders were half believing, when they saw Amber, who was like a goddess, all their doubts disappeared completely, and they chattered around Amber, just like a herd of deer raised by the Moon Goddess.
In fact, after the ceremony, some small witches with extraordinary ability can choose to go with these noble guests, borrowing the power of humans to start their journey, after all, the goddess of the moon has no hard and fast rule that you must be alone to hunt werewolves.
Right next to Amber, a beautiful witch with chestnut red hair made Dill blink a little.
She was dressed in the same way as Peren was commonly dressed there in Junlihe, in a long, flowing, breezy coat of sage green satin, with tired fruit embroidered on the cuffs of her sleeves and neckline, and a few ribbons of autumnal gold silk drawn in naturally flowing tiers of folds around her waist, framing the woman's curves in elegantly long, slender lines, like a beautifully sculpted statue of a flower goddess.
She was about the same height, and looked like Peren standing there, except that she had a golden robin pinned to her chest, whereas Peren's brooch was an emerald grape, symbolizing one of the three goddesses of nature, the goddess of summer green.
She wondered if it was Dill's fault that she seemed to have been glancing her way if at all, but her doubts were soon answered.
Amber took the woman's hand and introduced the crowd to the other lady from the Juniper River, the goddess of the Autumn Harvest Gold, Oya, who would perform the opening of the wine in place of Peren.
"It is a pleasure to meet so many lovely children." She said, but her eyes were fixed on Dill with a familiar smile as if they had known each other for a long time.
As soon as the small green seedling touched the soil, it quickly sprouted, stretched out its branches, and spread its leaves, as if it had already passed through countless springs, summers, autumns, and winters in just one stretch.
The small seedling that was just a toe high had already spread into a luxuriant tree that could cover dozens of people, and the top of the tree was drooping with ripe golden fruits, and the crowd's admiration was like a swarm of bees smelling nectar.
A congratulatory gift from Oya, but also a symbol of harvest and autumn, a miracle from the radiant Golden Goddess, sister of the Green Goddess.
The little witches had cast longing gazes at Oya, these great witches who had been blessed by the goddess were the true favorites of the gods, and their use of magic was as simple as breathing and eating. The harsh hunting trip if there is such a shape as a big tree like a witch for their shelter, that would be how beautiful things are.
Dill's gaze was long gone from Oya, however, as she stared at a group of sea witches, who looked like mermaids coming ashore, their unintentionally milky skin soft and intolerant of the sun.
Helena followed her gaze and whispered in her ear, "I've seen them, they are the sea witches of the Grey Widow Channel, the lady often trades goods with them. Most of them were poor women who had lost husbands, sons, fathers, and brothers in shipwrecks, and the Goddess of the Ocean took them in, and the Sirens taught them the magic of calming storms, and I remember how they would carve their faces of their dead loved ones into their ships, and once I almost cried from fear when I followed them."