Hushed Willows he walks on the thorny warpath to the heavens

Instead of looking where she was going, the witch had her eyes on the swaying trees. She loved spring more than any season, that much was clear - and not only because she could stack up on her precious medicine but also because it was like the rebirth of mother nature. It smelled fresh - it felt fresh. All what the Autumn had killed and the winter had buried was of the earth now, no more disrupting the beautiful view of the living.

Speaking of the living, there was another being near and she had nearly walked straight into him if she hadn't spotted him in the corner of her hippie blue eyes. She halted, as relaxed as ever and just a bit surprised. Why - hello there. She greeted almost instantly, almost like it was wired into her. She sniffed in his scent that had first been hidden from her due to the gentle breeze not favoring her today. He seemed to be alone, just like she was. Are you from around here? She asked in her posh accent she had acquired from who knows where.