Risting Weekend- I got Glamoured!
So, this weekend was the Risting Weekend I do every month for my initiates and students. We celebrate one of the 13 powers, and get together and do magic and party and have fun once a month- that's the deal. It's free, it's for Risting people and their guests, and people donate to whoever's house it is, so that they don't have to pay for the food all by themselves, and it's all a lot of fun.
And this month's party was based on Glamoury- we decided to get together and do a masquerade, so we'd all sort of come 'as we are inside,' dressed up in costumes which reflect our inner vision of how we'd like to be or how we think we really are.
And I put the planning into the hands of one of my initiates, Drija. She took the reins of the operation- she's a costumer and a very talented event planner, so I let her do this weekend. Samantha, my apprentice, asked to host at her house- we usually host the events at Jeanne's, as Samantha's usually busy on weekends. So, it was a new experience.
And that's where things stood when I got there. I was pleasantly surprised at the decorations and the food: it was all very nice, very elaborate, and very comfortable. I was happy to see that they'd gone all out and done it right. I wasn't exactly concerned about that in the days beforehand, but it was nice to see my faith validated.
This, I would discover, was a very naive mindset for me to have.
Make no mistake- I was in no way disappointed by their actions. Astonished, would be the best word, I think.
I mean, how would you feel if you came to an event that was supposed to be a Risting celebration geared towards honoring the members of the tradition and their practices, and suddenly found out that it had secretly been planned as your early birthday party??
The bastards.
*chuckles*
Sneaky little conniving witches- I suppose I've trained them well.
The funniest thing? My whole morning I had omens about the party. The spirits of my tradition couldn't outright show me what was going on, as stealing truth from someone with true sight is relatively invasive and our oaths protect us from each other somewhat. And I never thought to actually try to find out deliberately- it honestly never occurred to me to think of such a thing.
So, I was glamoured. The party was fantastic, the food was amazing, and the presents! Oh my gods, I felt so loved- Samantha drew a portrait of me, for gods' sakes! I got a copy of Grimm's Fairy Tales in hardcover, inside a little chest (always a hit, cool little keepsake boxes), which we started calling my "Grimm-oire." A gorgeous red velvet shawl, beaded and sheer and perfect for me; a painting of a beautiful multicolored rose, a set of three keys with special names on them; a set of fans and also a velvet bag to go with my new longvest; some Alice in Wonderland dishes; some beautiful new garnets (which are enchanted, although I'm not sure how); a set of home-crafted runes; even Samantha's kids made me birthday cards.
It was lovely.
I about cried my ass off, though... My people just were so sweet, I felt so loved and cared for... and I regretted that it took something like this to make me remember that I was loved. Am I that high-maintenance?
Who am I kidding? Of course I am.
Anyway, it was amazing, and I'm very grateful to my friends. And I'm astonished at how slickly they hid this little secret- they didn't even tell my hubby! *chuckles*