It's a lovely night... The full moon, the crisp air. It calls to the fire in my blood, an echo of power passed down a long line of magic like myself. Nay, not magic passed by blood, but magic passed by spirit.
It's 2am.
The sigils are humming where I drew them along my arms, my chest, over my heart. Though a poor substitute for the real ones, a garland of plastic leaves circles my head, blessed by the moon goddess herself.
I often wonder why magic called to me, of all people. I was nobody special, no sorcerer's apprentice. Just a girl with a hunger to learn, and learn I did.
The full moon tonight called me outside for a reason. I've been wandering the parking lot of my apartment complex for near an hour now. Cats follow at my heels, Shark, and Spruce Wood. Named by a fellow witch I know, they seem to enjoy my company. Shark recently had babies, so it's rare for her to follow me on this moon night.
Regardless. I must not stray too far from the path, lest the moon magic addle my mind further and send my spirit spiraling down. I bid you all adieu for now, for we shall meet again in morn's light.