At first it started out with a slow walk round the salt circle. A slow walk and silent mutterings. However, what started out slow and silent soon turn fast and loud.
Chanting and twisting round the circle, in a loud melodious voice, gyrating like a gypsy out to seduce the demon of hell himself with everything she had.
Lydia moved with such smoothness. The blue flames of the burning candles danced with her. Every sway, every turn, every stomp, it was as though she was in a mysterious sync with the flames. They moved when she moved and stopped when she stopped. Thee louder her chant the more the brighter the flames burned.
She was chanting in words that seemed inhuman. They didn't even sound like words. Yet her voice was so melodious.
The beast was certain that if the sirens of sea were to dwell on land, it would look and sound like she did.
