After refusing countless offers from long-haired people who wanted to braid her hair, make her taste strange substances or whatever other nonsense... Raven had eventually found a relatively quiet spot under a tree. So she sat down cross-legged in her favorite meditation posture and closed her eyes. Soon she was levitating a few feet above the ground and quietly reciting her mantra.
Half an hour later though, her concentration was disturbed by the presence of other people abnormally close to her. She cracked an eye open to discover a dozen of hippies sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding hands, and looking up at her in a dazed kind of awe.
Woodstock - Open; dibs to Nath and Cas
"Azarath Metrion Zinthos... Azarath Metrion Zinthos..."
Half an hour later though, her concentration was disturbed by the presence of other people abnormally close to her. She cracked an eye open to discover a dozen of hippies sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding hands, and looking up at her in a dazed kind of awe.