Shards of moonlight glimmer through the night forest canopy, silver lights my path towards the centre where the agaric grows and now at this midnight hour, I see them glowing. I hear little titters of laughter around me, gently little folk enter the toadstool circle and surround me. Smiling, cheerfully, welcoming me to their magic circle.
A young girl elf holds out her hand and greets me, smiles at her brother as she leads me to join hands and join in with the moon dance.
Merriment was made there that awesome night.
What a grand thing to be a witch.