Blood Moon Ritual (2)

A little bit of magic in that moment. 

Perhaps more than a bit.

There was a sense of awe in the gathering. The purest of waters were collected in the nearest rivers by rushing lycans, it was enough to fill perhaps enough for a bath.

Only Cassius Blackwell might have made the remark.

For in the basin was clear and clean water yes–but then the Shamans muttered their chants and prayers. 

The Vampire Lord was aware that they mostly praised the world and its environment, but his skin still pricked as the full moon's light seemed to fall perfectly into the basin and the Shamans looked at him.

"For demonstration, let a young child come here and draw their hands into the waters."

A lot of children seemed eager to volunteer and quickly raised their hands much to the shushing of their parents, others were shy and knew the importance of the moment.

Everyone was looking.