Wards around the Hedge-Wall

There were stories told to her when she was a young child, about the night of the old year transcending into the new. Tales of evil in many forms growing in power, threatening the land and its people. 
Every year, on that particular night, she'd travel with her mother to ward the areas, much like her grandma did before her and her great-grandmother before that.

Between each of the four directions, three marks are drawn in the ground and filled with the mix of salt and ground angelica, meant to keep away evil spirits, goblins and wights if they'd come too close to the city.
This evening, like every year, she would travel around the Hedge-wall and place each mark carefully. In recent years, the woman would walk the familiar path alone, a song on her lips and spirits lifted high. This year, another had decided to accompany her, to watch and learn of her work and it's significance.
The company made her evening merrier, and the simple song full of joy, as the pair venture along the hedge-wall and areas nearby, carving the old marks anew and waiting for the new year to come in. New hopes, new dreams, and new paths, her green eyes and his - gray, looking into the night's sky with the hope that they will all be good paths to walk on.