Lone Star Mountain You think you know witches from stories and such,

With the silence between them and the silent patter of rain, her eyes started to drop. She ushered a short 'goodnight' to the guard while slumbering her head onto her soft-paws. The sound of nature soothed into a lullaby, and slowly drifted toward the dreams that she so desired. Ambition, and others, that would be kept in the depth of her heart.

Eventually, would she wake up, to switch the duty.