Delilah Devlin - Once in a Blue Moon

Bryn Cavanaugh stirred the contents of a large black pot, breathing in the rich aromas scenting the air.

With your blessings, come weal and bounty,

With our efforts, come fortunes plenty.

The spell was short and to the point. She doubted the Powers That Be felt slighted. The Beaux Rve women worked damn hard and never took their blessings for granted.

She dipped a spoon into the broth and tasted it, closing her eyes as she sampled the spicy mix. Delicious.

She turned off the flame beneath the large pot of shrimp gumbo shed begun the night before. For now, it could steep in its fragrant roux. When she returned, shed light the burner again to let it simmer slowly until it was ready for tonight when her sisters gathered for the evening meal. Satisfied, Bryn left her large, airy kitchen and headed toward the front door of the inn.

Cooking the large stew had been time-consuming. A task that had taken her mind off the trouble that was brewing. Today, the sisters faced enemies, and she was determined to remain calm, study their adversaries and determine their weaknesses while smothering the interlopers with kindness. Her totem was the rabbit, a symbol of abundance and comfort, and her element was the Earth. She would need to channel both to remain steadfast and calm.

She paused to rifle through the stones in the bowl beside the door. Some were polished and some raw crystals. She found her two favoritesa polished amethyst carved into a worry stone with a soft indentation for her finger to rub against when she grew agitated and a piece of raw witchs amber. One for cleansing her spirit of stress and the other for deflecting negativity. These shed also need this morning.

She put both in the pocket of her long flowing skirt and stepped off the porch, barefoot today, because she wanted nothing between herself and the Earth. Freshly cut grass tickled her insoles. She smiled, her first in days since news had arrived that outsiders were descending on them.

Mornin, Bryn.

Looking to her right, she caught sight of Father Guidry watering his small garden beside his tiny clapboard church. She gave him a wave, her silver and beaded bracelets jangling on her arms, but didnt stop to discuss his plantings. No doubt hed say this years success was due to prayer. Oh, and hed be right.

She didnt have the heart to tell him shed snuck into his garden every night for weeks to pray to the Goddess for her favor. The elderly priest was a kind man, and he tolerated the sisters of the Beaux Rve coven while continuing to hold out hope theyd see the error of their strange ways.

Tolerance was a blessing, and something the folks of Bonne Nuit, Louisiana, gave in abundance. Sure, theyd been suspicious of the women when theyd first arrived in their tiny hamlet. But the prosperity the women had broughtthe jobs and self-sufficiencyhad earned them, if not acceptance then at least a place in this isolated community. However, the isolation, something the coven considered their greatest blessing, was now threatened. Progress had arrived.

She stayed in the grass beside the sidewalk, skirting Main Street and walking toward the river where her sisters were gathered. But as she neared the canal, she found theyd been joined by gawkers. Nearly all of Bonne Nuit was there.

Radha and Darcy stood glaring at the gathering on the opposite bank while Aoife and Miren stared at the clouds above them.

Youre blind, Miren said. Its a scimitar. A reminder we arent without weapons for this battle.

Aoife shook her head, a frown bisecting her pale brows. Its the Reapers scythe. Were doomed.

Bryn rolled her eyes. She didnt need to read portents in clouds. All she had to do was look straight across the divide at the big machinery and the crew of strangers there to operate the earthmovers, crane and dump trucks to know they were in real trouble.

I take it the injunction was lifted? she asked the group.

Radha nodded. Last night. Im sure they paid a judge to do it in the dark of night. Demons do their best work in the dark.

Bryn took her gloomy response with a grain of salt. The witches were ever vigilant of demons, but the more likely culprit was simply the states schedule for recovery from the last hurricane. The bridge that had connected Bonne Nuit to the rest of the world had been swept away three years ago. Something the town had taken in stride since it was a cyclical occurrence. This part of Jefferson Parish was prone to flooding. And Gus Hearn, a local with a Duck Dynasty beard and an old ferry boat, provided transport across the water when needed.

Guss boat was already docked on the opposite bank, and he was loading two vehicles, a green construction-company pickup and a delivery truck bringing supplies to Darcys crafters cottage.

We cant take this lying down, Darcy said, shaking back her long red hair. Tonights a blue moon.

Bryn stiffened. The last time we asked for intervention didnt turn out so well. Remember, we asked for rain for our summer planting? We got a deluge that nearly wiped out the entire crop. Perhaps we should let things be. Theyll build their bridge, and the Goddess will send another storm.

Darcys frown was fierce. But strangers will walk amongst us. What if were found?

So far weve been lucky. Blessed, she said, her tone even and filled with conviction. But we knew this day would come. Were stronger now. If demons find us, well simply show them weve grown a backbone, and that we dont need their counsel or their manly protection.

Darcy shrugged, but her green eyes still flashed with fire. I dont think well bring bad luck if we ask for intervention and cast a banishing spell. I vote we meet tonight.

The others glanced around their circle and slowly raised their hands. Four to one.

Bryn sighed. They had no leader, no high priestess, so majority ruleda policy theyd adopted the moment theyd fled upper Michigan.

Tonight, theyd meet under the blue moon.

And while shed scoffed at Mirens and Aoifes attempts at aeromancy, she felt a little guilty withholding her own confusing portent that had invaded her dreams the night before. The cloud above them wasnt shaped like a scimitar or a scythe. If her dream was right, it was a penis. The dream filtered through her mind again

Moonlight gleamed through curtains. Large, callused hands stroked over her back and buttocks as the man in her bed waited while she sank slowly on his cock.

Shed felt the pressure inside her, smelled his earthy musk. But while moonlight illuminated his brawny frame, his face had remained in shadow.

Shed interpreted the sex as meaning that her privacy was about to be invaded. That shed be tempted to set aside her vow to remain celibate and autonomous while she constructed a self-sufficient life.

But the intimacy of the dream could also mean shed been alone long enough. The company of her sisters couldnt fulfill her innate need as one connected to the circle of life, to Gaia the motherthe need to bear children. Children would ensure their future as a coven.

Perhaps the fact shed been unable to see his face meant that any man might serve her need. When theyd fled their previous life, theyd foresworn true love because a witch could only know love once in her lifetime. A human male could provide his seed, but only a demon could hold her heart. The danger of mating with a demon, of becoming enslaved to his desires, was too dangerous to her freedom.

Reaching into her pocket to rub the amethyst, she concentrated on her blessingson her sisters and this quiet place, on all the bounty they had brought to the community with their works. Her finger warmed the stone, and it began to vibrate, sending warmth up her arm and through her shoulder before spreading down into chest.