She shouldn't have been lugging around the logs, but it was Samhain, and it was time for a bonfire. She set up the logs, and then set the fire to blazing. She couldn't help but to remember the one last year, in jaded Shadows, between her and Lucifer. This one would go better. There would be no suicidal feelings, no accidental stabbings. This would be a pack wide event, a pack wide celebration.
The night was cool, and the fire was welcome heat. Tonight the pack would celebrate the joyous tradition of Samhain. Deuce let her head fall back, allowing a rich throaty howl to issue forth. This would be for the pack, a time to exchange stories and goodwill. It was to be their new years eve, and the day of the dead. She had set a place for Lucifer's mother, and for her own dead children. There were far more seats than needed, and she felt eyes on her as she moved about, radying the nuts to be roasted, and the apples for peeling.
Before the others could arrive, she bowed to the west and spoke. "Honored ancestors, you are welcome to join our festivities tonight. May Rhiannon bless you and guide you in her light." She smiled then, feeling at ease, and placed a handful of nuts in a special roasting pan, placing them over the fire.
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