The daughter of Hecate, Salem Cook, sat in a middle of a circle that was etched out in magical incantations. It was that time of month again when the moon was full and her magic was the strongest. Six black and white candles were lit around the circle so there was some type of light. The night was pretty chilling out tonight so Salem wore her black cardigan to help her keep warm.
Along with the cardigan, she wore a midnight colored shirt with black jeans and gray flats. Her style of sort of goth slash punk, giving her a slight edge to her personality. With her mind, she picked up all the candles, keeping her eyes closed, concentrating on keeping them suspended in the air.
Along with the cardigan, she wore a midnight colored shirt with black jeans and gray flats. Her style of sort of goth slash punk, giving her a slight edge to her personality. With her mind, she picked up all the candles, keeping her eyes closed, concentrating on keeping them suspended in the air.