Aurora sighs as she stands at her window and stretches. It is still an hour before dawn, and the silver moonlight glistens against her nude form, causing her white hair to shine like metal in the fading lights.

The weather has been warming up, and only a few shaded patches of snow remain on the ground -- soon to be a forgotten memory. Before winter fades completely, Aurora is determined to go out to her shrine and offer the last of the snowfall to her goddess, a final thanks for seeing them through the winter as spring starts to approach.

She steps away from the window, and gathers up her priestess robe before leaving her room to head to her secret shrine.

At this hour, she has little concern that any of her fellow students would be awake, so she has no fear of being seen or followed at this point, and decides to just carry the robe over her arm, letting the last of the cool night breeze blow against her naked body as she quietly sneaks down the paths leading from the dorms and into the woods.

Many candles were lit on this evening, the tiny flickering lights creating dancing shadows all about the dimly lit room. Bright silvery moonlight, the only other source of illumination, cast its reflective light upon Fiona's exposed flesh, giving the young red-head a certain ethereal quality as it shone against the tattooed woman's naked body.

Freshly cut flowers and bags of seeds and herbs had been placed across a long oak table, laid out in preparation for tonight's offering, as were bags of incense, tea, certain foods and drinks were there as well, as well as stones symbolic of Imbolc that had been gathered in the woods and elsewhere a few nights previously.

It was the beginning of February. For most people, this meant buying cards, chocolate and roses, and showing their loved-ones just how much they were loved. But for Fiona this time of the year held a rather different significance...

For Fi It was the beginning of Imbolc (or Oimelc ["ewes milk"], as it was originally called by her Gaelic-speaking), a Pagan holiday that lasted from the first of this month to the 21st of March. Imbolc is the festival of the Maiden, her time to prepare for growth and renewal, a time for the Blessing of the seeds and the consecration of agricultural tools.

And so the young Druid priestess made her preparations, humming all the while as she placed certain items in a wicker basket that had been decorated earlier with white crocus flowers. Some others were being stored in various small pouches and bags that hung from a brown leather belt. More were placed in a special sack that was reserved for Fiona's ceremonial items.

Once complete, Fiona crossed the dorm room and grabbed her green cloak and headed out the door. Exiting through the main double doors of the Student Dormitory, Fi spotted a solitary figure in the distance, apparently having the same destination in mind as she.

Interesting. None of the other young lasses were out and about at this hour. Where was she going this time of night?

Curiosity piqued, Fiona decided to follow along to see where the other woman was heading, just for the sheer hell of it. Treading slowly and quietly, the young redhead kept her distance for the time being as she followed the other woman into dark, silent forest...

Aurora fails to notice that she has picked up some attention after all as she heads down the path into the woods, eventually turning from the more well-worn paths, to the smaller paths she had made leading up to her little altar.

As she enters the grove, she slips into her priestess robe, as she sets out the candles and offering of mead on the altar.

She kneels before the altar and starts to pray.


Fi had kept her distance so as to avoid detection, so it was not until Aurora had stopped at the altar that Fi got close enough to get a look at the student she had been following, and recognizing her as the pale beauty she had run into during that snowball fight, months earlier.


It is not difficult to listen in to Aurora's ritual. Apparently she is hear for a reason similar to Fiona's celebration of Imbolc, but from a different perspective. Rather than a welcoming of spring and growth, the icy pagan is bidding a farewell to Winter, and Ice, and to the power of her goddess, Skadhi - as it will start to slumber in spring, before reaching it's lowest in summer, only to return again come Autumn.

As Aurora speaks her farewell, there is a wind that seems to pick up all around her, but Fi does not feel even the slightest of breezes. The fact that there is wind though is clear from the way Aurora's hair begins to whip around her, as if being pulled by a powerful storm.

That impression is re-inforced with Aurora's next words. The amazon priestess stands up and holds up her arms.

"Before you slumber, my love, I CALL to you again.." she murmurs.. the wind picks up, and suddenly Aurora's robe is lifted up, sliding off her up-raised arms, and carried off over a tree branch, leaving the white-haired beauty nude.

"I offer myself to you.. to satisfy your fury, and to give you peace as you slumber.." the wind seems to coalesce with snow and ice, whirling around the priestess. Aurora's breasts seem to rise and bounce, pressed together and squeezed by seemingly invisible hands of air and ice.

The priestess' voice becomes more sensual, lustful, thick and rich with pleasure and lust, as she lies back onto the altar. "As Skadhi's priestess, and avatar, I am your comfort, your bride, and I offer my body to you in her name."

The cloud of wind and snow and ice seems to descend over the bounty offered to it. There is little question what is happening, as the priestess moans and writhes in obvious pleasure under the barely visible 'assault'.