Demeter hadn't intended to start the ritual, she didn't even know it was possible, and yet the energy in the air seemed to signal it. She was merely caring for Desponia the way she always had and yet- she felt her own heart beginning to beat harder. This body wasn't her daughters but it was still beautiful, Alice swallowed.
Alice was trying to be good and not do something she was going to regret in the morning but the touch seemed to weave a stronger spell yet and her eyes closed. Desponia's magic was strong, it was intoxicating, and Demeter had never had much of a head for it.