|(#TwilightRealm, #Witches, #Dorch #Fae, etc. belong to the lovely @LadyLeaf)
Istharé summoned the members of her coven. Technically, she neither had the power or the right to do that, but nor had she been stripped of those as of yet. So they came, all twelve. She had known that they would; the young High Mistress had hand picked them, bright girls willing to be guided by such a prodigy as Istharé, or complacent older women who would give good advice, without challenging her for leadership.
"You all saw and heard our recent exchange with the Candeliana High Mistress Brin and her... unusual... companion. Have any of you spoken of that man beyond the confines of our circle?" "That encounter was much to our shame; I certainly did not repeat it," said one sister, and most of the others nodded. Only one quite young girl hung her head guiltily. "I didn't know that it was against your wish, High Mistress Istharé," she finally spoke up bravely for herself. Istharé smiled.