"Lay beneath a willow, forest deep," her mother said. "It's your time."
The Hallow's moon guided her and there she slept.

Dreaming of ravens, she was awakened by fingers caressing her naked body.
Veiled women surrounded her, circling, chanting, teasing and taunting her flesh.

One after another they cunt-feasted between her trembling legs until she convulsed in climax.
Then all was darkness.

At morning's light, she awoke beneath the tree's sheltering embrace.
A red tunic, gold belt, and cape of soft ebony wool lay before her.

Consecrated now, she prepares to join her sisterhood. She'll wear white vestments no more.