The Sibyl

Chapter 8 Bathing

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Thank You

Meara

The next day dawned bright and crisp. Soren was definitely right, we were going to have an early and cold winter and I shivered when I stepped out through the front door of my cottage. Today was the day so many things were going to change. I wish I could say I remembered every detail, but in complete honesty the whole of that day went by in a blur of activity. Food was made and eaten. Potions were finished and loaded up in a number of small carrying baskets. The other Sibyls had insisted we use the glen as the location. They said something like it was the most private and well equipped location. They also reasoned that my own energies had grown and developed in this little pocket of wild magic that it made the most sense for it to be held there.

With great trepidation Soren and I blindfolded Sibyl Lotus and Apprentice Siby Nasha and led them to the glen. We stopped well out of listening range for me to skitter ahead and murmured the incantation for entrance. Neither of us, Soren or I, were comfortable with them knowing the full workings of my little magic glen.

Off to the side of the entrance, behind a large rhododendron bush, crouched one of the black creatures. It's sharply pointed ears were able to pick up on what Lyra had said, and when her back was turned to go collect the others it was able to slip past her and into the glen. Small delicate plants withered as it passed by. Many flowering plants turned their buds away from where it walked as it stalked through the garden behind. The taint that it gave off was enough to kill some of the more unusual magical plants.

Soon the women were busy setting up the ritual space. They had picked a small flat area of grass off to one side of the hot spring's soaking pool to set up the 'bed'. Lyra personally picked out all the twigs and rocks from where her ceremonial shroud would be placed. Each Sibyl has their own shroud, it gains it's finishing design when she undergoes the Virgin Night ritual. The mentoring Sibyl helps the apprentice weave together the cloth and make the correct runic markings. On her Virgin Night, the energy that is released burns the Sibyl's personal symbol into the middle of the cloth. Then when the Sibyl passes away they are wrapped up in that cloth and burned.

All the little last minute details were quickly handled by Apprentice Sibyl Nasha and Sibyl Lyra as Sibyl Lotus talked with Soren. They were just waiting for the right time.

The sun was setting, the candles were blessed and lit. The herbs and flower petals were swirling around in the pool of the hot spring, perfuming the whole glen in their heady fragrant earthy and floral scents that seemed to take you to another place. This was just the first step for both parts of the rituals. Tonight we would each bathe; I as the sun sets, he as the moon rises.

Distantly I heard Sibyl Lotus begin her chanting as Nasha helped me undress in the grotto just beside the waterfall. Slowly she unlaced my bodice. With each tug and pull my breath found a little more room to move. I could feel my heavy breasts break free and drop down to their natural state. I took a deep breath and it felt like I was flying. I often felt like this when I undressed, particularly if I had laced myself in a bit too tight that morning. Once she had finished unlacing me she pushed the bodice off my shoulders before her nimble hands began their work on the skirts. One by one the heavy fabrics dropped to the soft mossy ground, creating a pool of fabric around me. I'd closed my eyes, partly in fear and partly in my half trance-like state thanks to the wine I'd drunk at dinner. When Nasha moved to untie the neckline of my undress, I startled at her cold fingers as they unlaced the inner lacings as well. And then that fabric too fell to the ground, making a white ring inside of the darker rings. My arms instinctively jerked up to cross over my exposed flesh. I was embarrassed, no one had seen me this unclothed since Nilsa passed away.