Hen Witch

Swiftly Racing Down the Cobbled Path Towards Town Whilst the Scarlet Sun Sinks into the Nearby Treeline (ugh, closed)

Growing Forth From the Freshly Cut Stems, Takes Shape The Great Cap, Watcher of the Woods (...)

A Cool Wind from the West Sneaks through Closed Windows, Rattling Vials and Flipping Pages of an Old Dusty Alchemist's Tome (am I out of glowcaps!?)

A Faint Glimmer Ahind a Fellen Tree Reveals a Familiar Magical Warmth (this should be more than enough! now, let's get —)

Playfully Kicking Through a Bed of Resting Leaves, the Flickering Light in the Heart of the Woods Beckons Those Who Seek it's Effects (wonder if I can find a few before nightfall..)

Lavender Smoke Billows Through Worn Window Frames as a Wooden Door's Kicked Free of it's Last Hinge (oof)

Unkempt Hours Lost to the Cauldron, a Startling Dark Greets the Young Witch (i'm so late!)

Softly Backlit by Hearthfire, Exhaling Little Clouds into the Cold, Stands a Weary but Welcome Figure (is that CIDER!!)

Swiftly racing down the cobbled path towards town whilst the scarlet sun sinks into the nearby treeline. (Ugh, closed)

Quiety Guided Through Trees by Starlight, Accomapnied by Rustling Bugs and Rusted Leaves on Vellen's Eve (i hope shes alright)