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As Rowan said, it wasn't long before Morrigan had finished with her duties; instead of two priestesses tending the chamomile, lavender, heather, and other flower fields, there were over 14 per herb. The wheat ground to make flour was already prepared, and she helped make a few loaves of bread. There was plenty of ripe fruit to be gathered, but again, by the time she went to aide the harvest, they had already gathered the most ready specimens. "It's like I never left here at all!" she spoke out in disbelief, to which many of the youngsters laughed.
"Do you honestly think that we'd slack off when you left, so you could sneak up on us unawares?" one boy asked, and she smiled.
"Well at least I know you're all sufficient," Morrigan sighed with relief, but the boy laughed again.
"Sufficient, and scared of you to a degree," he corrected.

She made her way through the forests and up to the lake, twilight approaching fast. She was sweaty, dirty, tired, and covered in the few stubborn specks of blood she hadn't washed off; her priestess robes were no better. She gathered some soap and herbal tea to wash herself, left her ruined garments by the side of the lake, and swam to the waterfall, taking her time to get used to the cold water. After so many years, you'd think she'd be used to the cold; it astounded her how wrong that concept was.
She bathed her skin beneath the lighter pillars of water, scrubbing with a bag of oatmeal and lavender, her hair cleaned with a mixture of lavender, rosemary, roses, and the herb horsetail. She swam around for a while, enjoying herself thoroughly; once she finished, she climbed out, stretched, and let the wind dry her. She was as purified as she could get; her energy felt magnified tenfold and she even felt more beautiful. The moon was rising high above; the Goddess-face lit everything with silver. She scented herself thoroughly with amber, walked nonchalantly back into her lodge, dressed, and decided to seek out the others.

Rowan smiled. "Well, it's a rather big place. You'll find plenty to do."

Morrigan peeked into Po-ar's lodge first, seeing he was closer to hers; she smelled sweeter than a goddess, and radiated like one as she smiled at him. "I'm back!" she announced, dressed in deep, burgundy red, the color of her goddess, "We'll have a delicious feast tonight. Have you been enjoying yourself?"
She glanced to the book, tilted her head, and smiled. "A book on.... You're reading a grimoire? How'd that get in here?" she mused, sitting on the sturdy chair's arm and reading over his shoulder. "Holy spells, and elemental spells? I bet I could teach you to use them," she offered, leaning on the one arm propped on his shoulder. "It looks like you already finished the one on.... Herbal medicine?" she smirked, tilting her head. "Or did you read the other one about the general history and poetry?"
What she didn't mention was that the volume on poetry was hers, or that the volumes were all in languages ranging from ancient Gaelic and English, German runic, and Greek, but she smiled mysteriously. "They're some of my favorites."

Rowan nodded. "Would you like to see one of the oracles? The full moon is tonight, so we'll be conducting a ceremony...." he explained, "The priestesses are propelled into prophetic trances, and interpret the future by the good or bad omens within their visions. You might find the answers---or you could meditate in the forests, and you may find an answer there." He leaned forward, making sure no one was watching. "Though I admit, I feel a bit antsy myself."

Morrigan's smile grew. "Maaaybe." was all the mysterious woman would answer, her damp hair drying out. "Glad you liked it. Hungry any?"

Trunks's eyes were huge at seeing the strange pelt. "I take it that thing isn't real." he whispered in a voice barely heard.
Vejita stood behind him.
How they all got through that closet was beyond him.

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Po-ar closed the book, smiling. "Yes, very much. So, this is truly your home?"

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Morrigan nodded. "This is where I call home.... I don't tell too many people. It IS Avalon, after all... A highly regarded, well-known, supposedly mythical place..." she smiled. "You see why I waited to say anything. I'm going to grab Kiraef, and I'll meet you at the fire, mmkay?"
She wouldn't argue if he grabbed her wrist and asked to go; she was highly kinesthetic, always on the move. Sometimes that was the only way.

Rowan laughed. "Yes, yes, of course. We're used to such things here. Have you ever heard of people being able to see the future, my friend?"

Imogene peered out through teh crack in the crack in the doors. It took her a moment, but she was able to make out part of the room.

"Yeah," she wispered, " There's some heads on the wall, and spears and a bow. And a really big stone fireplace. It almost looks like a hunting lodge from what I can tell."

"No- oh crap, nevermind," sadi Imogene even softer. "I think the door just opened."

It was indeed a hunter that had come into the room with a dog at his heels. Imogene couldn't see him or teh dog, but she saw movement out fo the corner of her eyes and she could smell somethign that made her think of a corpse. Ew.

Imogene held her hand over her nose and made a face.She didn't like just leaving but having someone just outside who they couldn't even see enough to figure out who it was.

"Go back or bust our guns blazing and hope for the best or hope he leaves" she wispered back