The House Of Gaian

supposed to be some kind of test to see who would ascend to be the Lady of the Moon, the Huntress? When would it start? How was she to indicate she wanted to be part of that test?
    How ...
    The test, the Fae ... everything had to wait. Because the point had been reached when the dance wouldn
    ’t wait.
    She walked forward, felt the air grow thick and heavy as she moved to the very center of the clearing, the very center of the power.
    She didn’t know the dance for the moon. She knew the spiral dance and other ritual dances, but she’d always danced for the moon in her own way, for her own pleasure.
    She looked at the other women. No one moved.
    They don’t know how to do this. They don’t know how to dance to draw power into themselves and send it back out into the world. All right. A spiral dance, but not one that draws power to the center before being released. The power has already gathered, so the spiral has to go outward, giving the power a clear path to follow. So, a dance for the moon. Never changing, ever changing. Dancing around her older sister while the Great Mother moves through the seasons.
    Waxing moon. Waning moon. Full moon to dark of the moon. Merry meet, and merry part, and merry meet again ... little sister.
    Smiling, Selena raised her arms and tilted her head back. The strength of the earth rose up through the soles of her feet, filling her slowly as it anchored her to the land. Within that strength was a hint of fire, the warmth of the summer sun. Above her was air... and water in the clouds that had slowly covered the night sky, turning it a pearly white.
    As she lowered her arms, she brought her hands together, forming a cup out of them. Within her cupped hands, the power in the clearing began to glow—a ball of delicate, glittering moonlight. She shifted the ball of moonlight into her right hand, leaving the left open and free.
    Holding her right hand close to her body, she turned in a slow circle. As she turned, a streamer of moonlight from the ball followed the movement. With each circle, she extended her hand a little farther.
    By the time her arm was fully extended, the air around her glowed. The power in the clearing, having been given a gentle channel of magic, constantly refilled the glowing ball in her hand.
    Then she began to dance, her steps circling, spiraling out from the center. She let her movements represent the tides and the phases of the moon, while streamers of moonlight followed in her wake. She extended her left hand out in invitation, letting the other women know they were welcome to join her in the dance.
    Blank faces. Wary faces. And the sullen anger from the woman standing inside the circle.
    For a moment, her temper flashed, and she felt the power she was drawing from the branches of the Great Mother as well as the power in the clearing hesitate for just that moment, trembling on the edge of following this new channel.
    Then, as she circled again, she saw the face of the woman she’d noticed before, the one with the richer strength. Her face was filled with wonder and delight—and a yearning.
    Selena extended her left hand.
    The woman took a step forward, but her companions held her back and whispered urgently. Regret shadowed the delight in the woman’s face, and she stayed with her companions instead of joining the dance.
    So Selena danced alone, ignoring most of the Fae present, focused on keeping the raw power in the clearing benevolent. But she continued to notice the woman and her four companions— and she realized the other four had stopped the woman because they were afraid to disrupt the dance, afraid it would end if they stepped forward now.
    So she danced alone, spiraling out until she reached the edge of that globe of power. When she finally stopped, she stood almost where she’d stood when she’d first walked toward that power. The whole center of the clearing was now streamers of moonlight in motion, following the spiral of the dance.
    There was still too much power here. If the other women had joined her in the dance, they would have absorbed some of it, renewing their own strength in the process. They still needed to do that. There were enough of them that, once they’d taken in the power they could, the rest could be shaped into something harmless or gently grounded through the branches of the Great Mother. But how to tell them that?

    She couldn’t. She doubted they would listen to her. So how to do what needed to be done?
    She looked