Marcie looked up at Hecate with a slight grimace. "I don't quite know what I'm getting ready for," she said, taking the blanket. "So I suppose, ready as I'll ever be." She felt nervous, and curious, and a little excited to see what would happen here tonight; to see such a display of divine power was exceptional. Taking a cushion from the sofa, she also at the last minute decided to take a candle for herself too: a handmade dark purple taper that smelled of beeswax.
Merlin refrained from looking at Morgan, instead going to the East position to Hecate's left. He cleared his throat and rolled his shoulders and flexed his fingers to loosen up, waiting for Hecate's direction to begin.