If the Fates Allow...

If the Fates Allow…
For the quiet hope you only admit to yourself between sips of something warm.

This candle is the soft exhale of the season—the moment after the chaos, when the house is finally still and you’re left alone with whatever truth your heart’s been dodging. Frasier fir and arctic ivy bring a clean, wintry clarity, the kind that makes you look out the window a little too long. Smoked oud drifts through like an old memory that didn’t ask permission to resurface, while cedar grounds the whole thing in a low, steady hum of “maybe this year will be different.”

It’s the scent of tender honesty wrapped in a blanket.
The holiday wish spoken only in whispers.
The peace you hope for—
if the fates allow.

Light it when:

• You’re clinging to the softer parts of the season.

• You want nostalgia without the emotional jump scares.

• You’re trying to convince yourself you’re ready for hope again.

In the Order of Wicksbane, destiny isn’t guaranteed—
but intention?
Intention burns bright.