The sea witches brought a coral reef the size of a wigwam to the event, studded with rare shells and sea treasures that could not be seen on land. The sea witches dragged on their ghostly blue robes, each of them unrecognizable, and without getting close, they could feel a chilling aura, like undead spirits coming out of deep water.
Dill knows that she should focus on the moment, but her eyes still can not help but follow those sea witches, as if through those ghostly blue and misty silk robes, as if looking across the sea to the silhouette of the East Coast.
There are priorities. Dill knew that, so she pinched herself hard on the thigh and then felt it wasn't enough.
The girl passed her hand in front of her pet's big flat beak and whispered, "Bite me."
The big white goose's bean eyes were staring dead at a bunch of outsiders who might be encroaching on the territory, suddenly receiving such a strange request from its owner, the little head was still unable to make sense of it and subconsciously pecked the girl a small amount, with a force so light that it was like a small kiss.
"I said bite me, you idiot," Dill repeated through gritted teeth.
Turnip finally got the message and began to peck the girl harder, eventually pecking Dill so hard that she bent over laughing and didn't even feel the pain. Helena and Aminos joined them, and the two of them played together, forgetting about the troubles in front of them.
Someone shouted to get out of the way, and the maidens drew back to the right and left, a sea of soft satin interwoven with silver parted the way, and several stout women resisted several cauldrons and made their way forward until they reached the radiant idol of the Moon Goddess, and beside her there were several pearl-white goddesses of the starry hosts and the golden goddesses of the morning and the evening sun.
The witches believed that day was the norm in the sky and that the only true light was the moon in the darkness, so the Moon Goddess was also the only Goddess of Light. At this time, when the morning sun is only shedding a corner of the sky, it is the time when day and night meet, and the Moon Goddess appears in the sky at the same time as many of the light genera to watch over the ceremony.
Legend has it that when the moon shines over the hills, the glowing pith of the moon brews pure, flawless silver under the soil, and silver is the best weapon to kill a man-wolf. The so-called ceremony is the casting of the silver, and the maidens must forge their weapons in the presence of the Moon Goddess and the Gods; Mida has her silver mirror, and Bertha her silver sword, which is never far from her person.
A whole cart of silver glittering utensils was pushed slowly by several people, there were silver knives, silver forks, silver candlesticks, miscellaneous everything. Although Miller Valley is rich in agricultural products but does not produce silver mines, these valuable precious metals are most from the donations of those noble ladies. Dill noticed that a lot of the silverware was stamped with instantly recognizable family crests.
All the silverware was thrown into the cauldron, and in a few moments, it was churned into a pot of liquid silver that shone so brightly with the moonlight that all the girls could not help but hold their breath.
They all gathered together, Dill catching the silver robe around her body and feeling herself blend into a large, transparent, grayish apparition. As she passed Veranika, she made a rare absence of vocal taunts, all of them were fully focused on today, the future would be decided by their future steps, whether they lived or died.
It was an extremely complex and difficult piece of alchemical magic, especially since in a moment they would have to do it in full view of the crowd, the girls would have to pour boiling molten silver into magical molds, then dip them into cold water to set them, and finally present their holy relics under the gaze of the crowd.
If anything went wrong in it, it might be considered by the Grand Sorceress that the person was not favored by the Goddess, or even have their trip postponed.