Deena sighed grumpily as she stored the herbs in a specially woven bag in the trunk of her beat-up car, then puttered out to the country roads that were killing her shock absorbers. If it wasn't for the fact that she needed the money, she wouldn't even bother with this ritual for a bunch of yuppies turned environmentalists. However, they wanted someone who could do an ancient "mother earth"-type blessing - their words, not hers - on their new wildlife refuge, and they were prepared to pay well for hte privilege. So even if it meant debasing her skills, she was still going to carry out the rite in order to afford rent next month. She knew the owners and donors considered her a publicity stunt, but little did they know just how strong her skills really were.
Technically, Deena was only supposed to carry out a basic blessing ritual - drive away the bad energy, make the place successful, that sort of thing. But she had become so irritated with the ignorance of her employers that she decided to do a full-on blessing to attract animals and a complete fertility rite as well. Just wait, she snorted, in a few years it'd probably hold so many animals they'd be begging hunters to help them out.
Of course, she had never actually done the two rituals together. In fact, the animal attraction blessing she had never done at all. Her grandmother taught it to her long ago, saying that in olden times, the shamans had used it to bring prey to the hunters. In any case, Deena figured it'd work fine for these purposes, the animals just wouldn't be hunted. The fertility rite was technically for use on humans, but she had performed it at a few farms and so far had no trouble. At least, both the animals and the humans were producing offspring nicely.
Finally arriving at the refuge, Deena parked at the entrance, donned her outfit - which seemed almost like a costume - and carried her herbs to the campsite, which was set up with a large fire pit and some large luxurious tents for the high-money donors who had helped found the refuge; just the ones who had their names by the front entrance, of course. They varied from an old couple who loved birdwatching to reps from a fuel company with a local refinery. The owners were there too, a husband and wife who struck rich in the tech industry and now wanted to "get back to nature." Deena was introduced to all of them in turn, but didn't bother learning the names; all she was here for was to be the entertainment. After the campout meal (consisting more of caviar than corndogs), and as the surrounding trees grew pitch black due to the lack of light pollution, the donors and owners drew near to the fire, sitting around on deliberately-placed logs and waiting for the show to start.
Although Deena still chafed at the idea of using the spells for profit, it still remained she had to make a living, and the side job helped pay the bills. Gritting her teeth and moving closer to the fire, Deena began the rituals, calling on the spirits and the earth to hear her plea, and casting the herbs in the fire in sequence in order to produce the desired effects. She didn't stop when completing the first, and since the onlookers didn't understand what she was doing anyway, they gave no reaction as she went straight into the second one.
The air felt heavy with the smell of the burned herbs, and by the time Deena finished, she felt wrung out. Staggering to a nearby log, she collapsed, panting. However, it was only at that point that she realized that it was quiet - too quiet. As she looked around, she was shocked to discover that all of her audience was fast asleep, as though they were unconscious. Deena began to get nervous. Something was clearly wrong. However, her eyelids were feeling heavier and heavier, and her body was going numb. Before she could consider the situation, Deena too fell asleep.