[It's for the best really, because as soon as Freya sits in the middle of the circle, flames leap from the candle wicks and flare with the power of the witch in the center of it. While Bonnie's soft Latin chants can be melodic and soothing, Freya's harsh old Norse syllables carry a force and anger to it, almost as though she was commanding it to bend to her will, rather than simply requesting it.
It takes a few moments, Bonnie's bracelet clutched tightly in her hand, before the flames subside, and she opens her eyes with a small shake of her head.]
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It takes a few moments, Bonnie's bracelet clutched tightly in her hand, before the flames subside, and she opens her eyes with a small shake of her head.]
I'm sorry.