I wasn’t a girl, but magical rituals were our thing. My cousin and I would practice ancient magic processionals in an abandoned lot next door. We’d offer leaves, flowers, and snails for the gods of the hurricane winds before making our wonderful concoctions. 😅
Ooh, cool! I remember making offerings too, but it was to change the weather and stuff like that. Sounds extra fun to go to an abandoned lot for that, more mysterious and spooky 😄
Everybody made witch soups when they were children, right? There is nothing more fun 🍲
I wasn’t a girl, but magical rituals were our thing. My cousin and I would practice ancient magic processionals in an abandoned lot next door. We’d offer leaves, flowers, and snails for the gods of the hurricane winds before making our wonderful concoctions. 😅
Ooh, cool! I remember making offerings too, but it was to change the weather and stuff like that. Sounds extra fun to go to an abandoned lot for that, more mysterious and spooky 😄