Amari swung around in her seat to look back and there was indeed a small girl sitting on the boundary wall. She didn__ seem to be looking at the car that had just passed but up ahead. Amari turned around to see what she was looking at and she saw it, up ahead, the farm house that she could only assume was their new home.
Willow, there is a lot of prejudice around magickal families. I think your terms are snobby and over privileged brats. Whether it be light dark or anything between, they will have it measured in percentages like DNA. For Wiccan culture, it__ about purity above all. One with nature, the goddess, and the spirit. It__ not that different with other magickal beings. - Aiden Warrington
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Willow, there is a lot of prejudice around magickal families. I think your terms are snobby and over privileged brats. Whether it be light dark or anything between, they will have it measured in percentages like DNA. For Wiccan culture, it__ about purity above all. One with nature, the goddess, and the spirit. It__ not that different with other magickal beings. - Aiden Warrington
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