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Next, she holds up a small yellow flower. “Calendula is for prosperity, money, and protection.”

She holds up a stick of cinnamon. “This attracts abundance, power, success, and prosperity.”

She holds up a tiny vile of honey, no bigger than the tip of my finger. “Honey is known for bringing happiness, love, healing, and passion.”

I look at each of the items that she has placed in a circle around my jar.

“Each item will help guide you spiritually towards the intention you write on the paper. Whatever your soul offers first when you consider the question, is the exact one I would go with. It’s what you truly desire.”

“Alright, I think I got it. Are there any words or things I need to say before I seal the jar shut?”

She nods her head. “‘I’m ready to accept my gifts from our Goddess.’ Now, I’m going to let you get to it. If you need anything let me know.” She gives me a warm smile before walking away to help the newest person who walked up to her booth.

I hold the pen above the paper, waiting for my heart, maybe my soul I don’t know, just for someone to tell me what to write. For the first time in days, my brain is blank. I’ve spent all week having my thoughts racing or stuck on one thing, more like one wolf.

Like a ghost called forward, my mind is filled with his words.

“You already know who I am.”

Without another moment wasted, I scribe the one thing that I hope to be successful with this season.

Find the one who haunts my dreams and claim him as mine.

I fold the sheet of paper in half, placing it against the wall of the jar. Following Gail’s instructions, I put each piece into the jar acknowledging their role and sending prayers to the Goddess for their success.

Sealing the jar closed, I whisper the words against the lip of the jar. “I’m ready to accept my gifts from our Goddess.”

Fern sees that my jar is sealed with all my elements, her face lighting with a heartwarming smile.

“Good job Snap! So proud of you. Now take this orange candle and burn it atop the lid. Completing the spell and sealing the jar. You will burn the candle until the wax pours just over the lip, sealing it shut.”

“Why an orange candle,” I ask as I take the candle from her.

“Ah, I see the old bag actually taught something this time around. Alright, orange combines two of the best colors for intention jars, especially for Summer Solstice. Yellow, which is known for bringing forward mental agility while the red is known for its action-oriented powers. When combined together you have the mental agility to be action-oriented.”

Nodding my head, I place the candle atop the jar, and light the wic.

I watch in rapt attention as the flame flickers and moves. Once it’s melted enough to seal the jar, I blow out the flame completing the ritual.

Gail comes over with her signature smile. “Perfect Selene. I knew you could do it! If you’re ready, I would say you should take that home and get ready for the evening festivities.”

“Thank you ladies, I’m glad I came over here.” I push my chair back, collecting my jar and my camera before heading towards the house.

Chapter 9

Selene

Friday, June 20th - Bestiare

The house is quiet when I walk in with my jar and camera. It seems both my parents haven’t made it back from the afternoon festivities yet. I’m just about to walk to my room when I hear a knock at the door. When I swing the door open, Odes is standing there with her arms full of her dress, hair tools, and makeup.

“Thought since this is our last Bestiare before we hopefully find our mates, that we could get dressed together and do hair and makeup. I think we should go all out this year, maybe attract some hot mates?”

I humph because she knows as well as I do that our mates are decided by fate, not by anything that we do or don’t do. But, I’ll play along for the sake of it.

She brushes past me with her arms loaded down with curling irons, bags of all sorts, and her dress bag dragging along the floor behind her. I can’t help but shake my head at her. Goddess save me for what she’s about to put me through.

Without needing any sort of directions, Odes walks herself through the house towards my bedroom. She glances over her shoulder to make sure I’m following behind her. “I figured we could work on your hair before we move to make-up. We got to be quick since they only give us three hours between the afternoon activities and the beginning of the evening ritual.”