Hecate

you cannot contain my magic; you cannot cage my mystery.

@CrownOfCinders @WithinMyVeins

Grins, leading her back.

As always, my La— Hecate.

… He lives. In the woods.

He grinned. “Of course, my— Hecate.” He nodded as they approached the clearing. “I always appreciate your offerings.”

“You do realize you can address me as Pan if we are skipping formalities.” He grinned, a small spring to his step as flowers followed him in his wake. “I remembered the bread you made me the other day. It was delicious— Anyways, I figured you would need a new sprig or two.”

“Alright, Hecate.” He nodded. “Care to follow me out to the clearing? There is lovely lavender out there I think could compliment some of your spells well. It’s growing in marvelously.”

“Uh, not much, my lady. Watching the moon rise.” Flopping back against a trunk of a tree.

Smiling, picking a wild flower. “For you.”

“Ah, yes. Well with it being spring there is a lovely clearing of tulips nearby! It’s gorgeous!”

He laughs and swats her hand away, “hey— alright. And how is Miss Hecate today?”

Emerging from the woods, he waved to her, grabbing them. “Hello, my lady!”

“There is a larger cluster in the clearing.”

Takes it and holds it close to his chest. “Thank you. As always.” A small bow of his head.