Clouded Visions
“Ut eam oculos facti sunt nubilium.”
The words flowed out in a sweet yet strange harmony. Evi stood in the middle of the room, a circle of cloaked figures surrounding her, each holding a single flame atop a white candle. Their faces were hidden by the hoods of their cloaks, Evi had grown up with these people but had no idea who was who. The deep turquoise of their cloaks flowed down, going from their heads down to the ground. The coven members resembled a ring of waterfalls, surrounding Evi. She knew these colors well, the coven sat high in the Appalachian Mountains with intertwining paths around the property all leading to waterfalls and rivers. Ever since she was little, Evi remembers exploring much of the property's outskirts, she knew the woods like the back of her hand.
