>>19691195Lexi ends the stream, and the practised smile on her face fades as she slowly looks at the source of her earlier distraction, a golden pentagram necklace which hangs on a wall to her left. The pentagram, normally dormant, is glowing red.
Without any further hesitation, Lexi quickly draws all of the curtains in the room, shrouding it in near darkness. Then she grabs a water bottle, and pulls open a drawer from which she withdraws a transparent jar of pills, before sinking to her knees and looking up at the pendant.
“May the will of the Foremother be done,” she whispers, before swallowing five of the pills and quickly washing them down with a gulp of water. She closes her eyes, and smiles as sleep quickly takes hold, with the dream state she requires no doubt soon to follow.
