A ritual is supposed to be about connection.

Every month, when I notice the first hints of the crescent moon in the sky lagging behind the sun, I feel it. I feel Her. She is there, watching me and smiling. I like to think that the crescent itself is her smile.

She protected me once, in the cold winter as I tried to make it home from a test. I thanked Her. She has probably always protected me. She has guided me toward Her, at least, and has probably done a bunch of other things to look out for me.

She is the Goddess of Victory, after all.