The full moon was always a good source of power for the Coven, although Elia herself preferred the dark moon, when the Goddess covered her face to do more secretive work. It was easy to channel with the moon high and round, and even easier for Elia to funnel the extra power coursing through the Cirque into her comrades. The shifters tended to generate their own brand of dark energy, and Marcus was fond of telling her that she made an excellent battery – which was fine. There was plenty in the circus that needed more of that excess energy to work at its peak.
She hummed thoughtfully, her head turning until her cheek was against Issac's bare shoulder, where she could watch him idly. He was better than he had been – at least he was acting better. But his thoughts, the ones that came to her through their bond, were still chaotic and troubling. She couldn't help her concerns; Issac was too important to her for her not to worry. For the moment, though, Elia curled up against him and draped an arm over his chest, her fingertips flirting with his skin.
"Cleansing, maybe. We can purge the remaining energy, bring in something new. Like spring cleaning. And there's plenty of better energy in this area, beyond even what we generate for ourselves."