They stood in Gaia’s circle, surrounded by witches, as moonlight glinted off the sheer white robes they wore. Topper secretly thought Stark looked like a silver-draped God, but she couldn’t say that to him in earshot of the Fates and whatever other higher powers who were in attendance. His hair, eyes, and clothing illuminated the night as much as the moon did. Nothing would stop her from enjoying the absolute radiance of the man who wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
They turned to the officiate Gaia had sent to conduct their ceremony. The woman was a true Druid, one of a rare few left in the world. She was marked with symbols from head to toe, her power from Gaia a true reflection of the mother of the Earth they all served.
“Stark—do you take the Earth Witch known as Topper
