Ahh at home

[crystal]

Crystal found herself wondering a forest..but she didn't feel scared or lost...She felt right at home.She looked up and felt the breeze on her face.

She started humming a little tune.She was afraid she might meet someone in her woods...Maybe that would be a good thing....Maybe they wouldn't like her though."Noone is going to come."She said hitting herself over the head.

She looked up a tree and smirked."Perfect."She said sitting down at it's roots.She pulled out a book and started reading happily.

[thedreamer]

Rosemary wondered the woods. At first the started coming her to find the necessary ingredients for her spells and potions, then over time she came to enjoy the forest and its silence. She wore her travelling clothes, a green wool dress and a brown hooded cloak that covered her chestnut hair, her worn leather belt held the many pouches where she kept useful items. Her hand stayed near the one that held bright-powder. Made by grinding the egg shells of a phoenix, it was dangerous to collect and even deadlier to handle with bare hands but it was the most effective weapons she had. If she were in danger she could use it for a fire spell or she could use it to blind and opponent. She had never been attacked yet, but she would rather be ready than sorry.

Even more precious than her belt was her book of spells and potions. It was a family heirloom and the most valuable thing she owned. She hated to take it where it might be damaged but the last time she left it in the cottage it was nabbed by some village children who wanted to see if it was true that the village healer was a witch. They had tried a levitation spell with disastrous results and instead of punishing their children for sticking their noses where they didn’t belong they blamed her for leaving such a book about where their innocent children could find it.
“I didn’t force them to try any spells.” She’d argued.
“They’re children, it’s their nature to be inquisitive.” They’d scolded her.
Since that day she always carried the book with her when she left home, in an inside pocket in her cloak covered in protective spells to protect it from damp.

Perhaps a familiar might help things. She thought but knocked the idea on the head before it grew, her mother had explained many times that a familiar was a creature that chose to bond with you and you had to wait until it happened. Most sorcerers found theirs when in their childhood and at the age of twenty three it was unlikely she would find one now.

Up ahead she saw a woman reading under a tree. She didn’t want to disturb her but she was curious, people usually didn’t go out in the forest (or at least the people she knew). Should she introduce herself?