PrimitiveWitchery

I gazed with longing at the ring, I knew if I stepped inside my heart would sing. Don't look that way, grandmother warned. Tread lightly and not inside, you'll catch the fire of the faery wrath; it is theirs and not your path. I turned my eyes and looked away, wishing that I could stay. I knew if I could just step inside, the language would be a familiar sound, in that ring that formed so round.