Wheeling Gull Isle going in town with six rounds

There were few who kept the olde way but there were packs with roots as deep as Lirea, covens amongst the shadows - though their doctrines sometimes differed from her own. Still, the wisp recognizes - a glint in her gaze as her crown dips in understanding. 

"What brings you to the Isle?" She asked conversationally, avoiding the topic of religion for now - witches could sometimes be reclusive, skittish, regardless of gender.