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Maelwyn sat, staring into a flask that was bubbling as it boiled. The glowing mixture inside held promise. Why the people of the land did not craft this potion, she knew not. Though it would not help most of them the way it would benefit Lady Molly tomorrow night. The power granted her by Lord Oaks would greatly enhance this potion's potency. It was certainly made of common enough things...

As the mixture boiled, she walked around the room, double checking things, to make sure she had all that was needed.

Imbolc, tomorrow was Imbolc, the Return of Light. A day of powerful magic, and strong in the powers of creation. Many a child would be conceived in the next 3 days. The Return of Light marked the beginning of the end of winter. Plants stirring beneath any leftover snow, grass preparing to push through the topsoil. And among people and animals, they feel the desire of creation. Everyone would feel the energy of Life, and those particularly influenced by the power of Lord Oaks would be invigorated and feel refreshed, as if they had had the best sleep of their lives.

Returning to the mixture, she began to chant a multitude of blessings. Her eyes closed, letting the words come from her mouth, as they appeared in her head at Lord Oaks' sending.