9/19/2025, 7:59 PM
The woman's paw moved, faint through the mist, and something clattered together then fell silent. Trygve frowned, leaning forward slightly to see what she'd done.
She said the place was an ancient magic, and he was inclined to believe her. Her voice held gravitas, knowledge that he could not fathom at his fragile age, no matter how his experiences had weathered him.
She asked him nearer, and Trygve stepped forward with now-steady paws and his tail loose by his heels, ears pricked. He came close enough to see the bones cast by the stranger's paws, close enough for his curiosity to make him forget his caution.
What's with the bones?He spoke not of her muttering to herself. She was a weird mist-woman, maybe real, maybe not.
Maybe...the word escaped him. He settled for the Common tongue's equivalent, clumsily.
You're a uh...witch?
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