Duty and Legacy

Morrigan was whittling, idly. She appeared unassuming, as any witch might in these parts. So when a lone person approached, she raised her eyebrows. Though she did not look up from what she was doing.

Afternoon, the nearer the stranger would step, the heavier his limbs would feel, until he was forcibly stopped by something invisible. Magic all around them.

Finally, she put down the wood-work she was doing. What might a pair of strangers seek this far out into the wilds? She inquired, raising her eyebrows again.

And she glanced towards the forest that the man had left behind, lips curved into a smile. Smart to leave that one back there. One of you deserves a chance to escape. Her voice was neutral, and she stayed sitting crossed-legged on the ground, hands resting against the ground.

What are you searching for?