If you call one wolf, you invite the pack.
Who: Skoll and Hecate Where: Hecate's place When: sunday night Warnings: tbd
She had anticipated his arrival sometime between sunset and moonset, much later and conversations would have to be kept short, since the time between moonset and sunrise was a close one in april.
Tea was prepared, waiting on it's tray, with only the kettle of hot water to be added at the last minute chime of the door.
The wind it howled without, her heart howled within. She had spent the evening composing lyrics to the seventh song to be added to the new album. The first five were to be sung by Joshua rather than herself, but he could not know that. She was backup on those, and would be on six and seven as well. Eight through thirteen would be done as usual. It was a trick, a ploy, to get her free from the spotlight and off of the stage, now that another had taken the mantle of the old songs. She was pleased with it, her place was in darkness, in solitude.
Pen to paper, again and again, but the lyrics would not flow. Frustration met her at every turn and won this battle. She hoped the wolf would hurry, to devour the time.