Outfit
Mim walked the orchard.
She liked this place. It was... rustic. Reminded her of a different time. Oh the fields where made with machines sure, lines of the field too straight otherwise, but the apples were still picked by hand. The apples weren't ready yet. They had been ripe and good in November to October- that made sense now that she thought about it from that apple dunking thing at some halloween party. She had barely even enjoyed that party... it had all just been so mundane. The witch, could she even call herself that right now, ran her fingertips over the bark of a tree and felt the grooves.
She remembered the garden she had made with her sisters. Oh that had been a wonder of nature and magic and- well. Gone now. Likely burned like the rest of their things. Mim moved with slow deliberate steps as she circled the tree, if the situation was different she might be making a real circle. Planning to drain everything from the tree to birth some curse or boon out into the world. The little mark on her ankle came to mind like an unpleasant itch and she stopped walking.
No big magic.
This little thing warned the hunters. This ages' inquisition... She'd gotten too sloppy and ambitious. Now she had a chain around her ankle. She hated it but could only blame herself. Well, she blamed a lot of people depending on the day of the week but she knew it was her own fault. Since then she had to throw herself into her life as Sarah. Work on good grades and managing an alarmingly sober social life. Couldn't party to excess when she knew it only took a small slip of a spell before those Exchange folks were on her tail yet again. Her lie had been, flimsy all in all, but the witch sold it well. She'd been lying longer than those children had been alive. Now though? What did she do when the lie she told had to become her reality?
She sneered and raked her nails across the tree before kneeling down. Small magics, like her little misfortune charm, were safe. Like what she was going to do right now. She ran her fingers into the cold dirt at the base of the tree and felt it. A quick cusped hand and she pulled up a handful of soil. It was cold... cold with the night settled over it. It would remain cold for as long as she kept it. Mirium pulled a little camera film canister for some 35mm film. She took a photography class with an old camera and hand tons of these around. They were great for holding components.
Mim bottled the night soil, dreams of making a new Mortal Garden with her sisters filling her head.
She felt so alone.
[footnote]Hotspot of the Month!
Cinder Collection (average component)
Soil from an Orchard at Night (average)
Mim walked the orchard.
She liked this place. It was... rustic. Reminded her of a different time. Oh the fields where made with machines sure, lines of the field too straight otherwise, but the apples were still picked by hand. The apples weren't ready yet. They had been ripe and good in November to October- that made sense now that she thought about it from that apple dunking thing at some halloween party. She had barely even enjoyed that party... it had all just been so mundane. The witch, could she even call herself that right now, ran her fingertips over the bark of a tree and felt the grooves.
She remembered the garden she had made with her sisters. Oh that had been a wonder of nature and magic and- well. Gone now. Likely burned like the rest of their things. Mim moved with slow deliberate steps as she circled the tree, if the situation was different she might be making a real circle. Planning to drain everything from the tree to birth some curse or boon out into the world. The little mark on her ankle came to mind like an unpleasant itch and she stopped walking.
No big magic.
This little thing warned the hunters. This ages' inquisition... She'd gotten too sloppy and ambitious. Now she had a chain around her ankle. She hated it but could only blame herself. Well, she blamed a lot of people depending on the day of the week but she knew it was her own fault. Since then she had to throw herself into her life as Sarah. Work on good grades and managing an alarmingly sober social life. Couldn't party to excess when she knew it only took a small slip of a spell before those Exchange folks were on her tail yet again. Her lie had been, flimsy all in all, but the witch sold it well. She'd been lying longer than those children had been alive. Now though? What did she do when the lie she told had to become her reality?
She sneered and raked her nails across the tree before kneeling down. Small magics, like her little misfortune charm, were safe. Like what she was going to do right now. She ran her fingers into the cold dirt at the base of the tree and felt it. A quick cusped hand and she pulled up a handful of soil. It was cold... cold with the night settled over it. It would remain cold for as long as she kept it. Mirium pulled a little camera film canister for some 35mm film. She took a photography class with an old camera and hand tons of these around. They were great for holding components.
Mim bottled the night soil, dreams of making a new Mortal Garden with her sisters filling her head.
She felt so alone.
[footnote]Hotspot of the Month!
Cinder Collection (average component)
Soil from an Orchard at Night (average)