Verdant Basin Witches

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It was a proud woman who carried herself against the world. That's what her mother had taught her, anyway. Against public opinion and scorn, the ones who walked the tallest had all the power of the moon, if a little less. As an oracle's student she'd never faced too much scrutinity, but she'd always tended to flirt too much, carry herself a bit too highly; gossip was fun in all forms, even when it was about yourself. Her mind tended to wander to all those old rumors and little lessons as she walked, even before she'd come to this place. From the shining sands to her path through the green, Antigone couldn't keep her mind off of the home that she'd left behind.

Oh well, though — it had gotten boring. Her family had understood that, at the very least.

She's just about to pick up to a trot, to, and prance her way back through the bright green valley toward where she'd come from — that is, until she nearly barrels right into someone! The grass had suddenly given way to the bank of a lake, and the shadowy girl had to reel about on her thin legs before she stepped on her company's tail. Darker than she, a full shadow on the cool earth. Woops. "Sorry, sorry," and her voice lilted with extra care, ears flattening against the top of her head. "I wasn't - uh, paying attention, I guess." Very eloquent, Anti, ten points.