North South East and West
I call for those who know the best
What is lost must now be found
Take my luck and turn it around
Though the night air was heavy and still, the lower branches of a nearby Oak rustled and bowed gently before her as though waving her forward. One by one, puddles of dirty grey light on the ground shone brightly, creating the effect of a twinkling, glowing path moving through the darkness.
Magic is pretty easy when your intention is clear, thought Glynis.