The Perchta
Coven
Life is a neverending cycle of finely tuned, everlasting patterns, a steady beat to which we dance. We dance to the stars in the night sky, ever the same and ever as beautiful. To the certainty of leaves falling in autumn and the birds returning in spring. By living by the rhythm of nature rather than trying to outpace it, we feel what must be felt, our hearts beating as one in utter connection to the pulse around us – to live to its fullest, to never apologize and do what must be done just as the tides will come washing into the bay now and forevermore.
For it is here, at our set place in the workings of the world, that we belong.
The witches of Perchta were beings of deep roots, both to each other and to the place they claim as their own. Perchta ways are consistent, like the steady drum of a heartbeat echoing through the forests. They follow the patterns of nature with all its seasons, each of them different and full of beauty but steadily returning anew each year. Perchta revels in the sun rising each morning to a world that is ever changing but at it's core, always the same.
And that is how it must be: Cherishing what is rather than what could be if everything was different, finding comfort in the certainty of nature.
Perchta were known for the way they feel deeply and fully, tasting each emotion in their heart with care and intensity. When a Perchta wants something, they will move mountains to get it. They are rarely plagued by doubt, however, this also means they rarely back down. They are as passionate as they are stubborn and even the strongest winds can't shake their roots. When faced with conflict, Perchta was known to come at it head first.
It is a proud and self-destructive way and has led to the downfall of the coven. Perchta has always been considered somewhat set and, as a consequence, backwards about their ways. The merge with Farvald was a brave step, acknowledging the need to, if not change, at least grow alongside the world.