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[hr][center][b][color=e147d2]Location:[/color] Red Lake Camp Site
[color=e147d2]Interacting With:[/color] No One
[color=e147d2]Date:[/color] August 2nd, 10 AM[/b][/center][hr]
It had only been a week since she had moved into the area. She had actually straight-up bought an abandoned house on the edge of town that no one had lived in for ages. Of course it needed some touching up to do, but surprising it had stood the test of time for being an older house - at least enough that it had passed code in order for her to buy and live in it. Honestly, it wasn't so bad and she spent the first week setting up her utilities, internet, all the adulting that needed to be done to get it all running. She even made sure her gaming desktop had been set up properly in her bedroom, decor sprawled across the rooms (as much as she owned) and went about carving some sigils into the doorways. For a moment, Gloria wondered if she'd be seen as the creepy witch lady on the outskirts of town. [i]'Damn, didn't think of that,'[/i] she thought to herself, groaning softly.

There was no helping it now. Instead, she had decided to take a nice relaxing walk up to the Red Lake, a landmark that had given the town it's namesake. While yes, she heard of the wolf attacks, she felt unusually confident that she would be just fine. It may have been an old tradition for witches to believe in werewolves and vampires, but bringing a bit of wolfsbane definitely made her feel more at ease, even though the attacks were probably more just packs of wolves getting hungry. She reached up to pull back her orange dyed hair into a makeshift ponytail before letting it all go, falling to her shoulders.

Before her was a carefully, almost obsessively drawn circle, with runic symbols carved into the dirt at twelve equally spaced intervals on the inside of it. Truly, it was a bit amazing she was able to keep the wind from blowing all her hard work away, but somehow it endured. Gloria had even picked a spot free from grass, weeds, and flowers as she sat on a blanket she had brought, cross-legged. In her hands she held a red leather journal and a pen, watching the sun for a few moments before seeming to study the circle and making a few notes in the book. Really, even as far as most Wiccans went, it was only a guess as to why she was taking notes on a magical circle. Of course, she knew perfectly well why she was doing it and seemed totally focused on it - though whenever the camping group got there, they'd still notice she wasn't exactly unapproachable either.