Wapun Meadow ii. sweet-smelling flowers

In the wake of the witch hunt and the valley’s paranoia, Jasmine decided it was high time to make like a tree and leaf. She’d given Swiftcurrent Creek a single adios and disappeared without fanfare. They’d do well enough without her — though she would miss Akavir and Arric’s handsome mugs. Oh well, that was just a price she’d have to pay.

She cut her way through the meadow today — idly wondering if she’d run into that funny girl from Kvarsheim again. Instead, she caught wind of a stranger moving somewhere beyond the tall grass. Maybe it's the witch, she thought, and a wry smile twisted her muzzle even as she poked her head over the swaying blades.

Nah, just some guy.

Hey, you! she called out to him, and hopped through the grass to come a little closer, you know there's a witch wandering 'round these parts, don't 'cha? Cursin' people, I hear.

At least, that's what Moss had claimed when she'd come staggering back into Swiftcurrent Creek, and that had been Jasmine's own tipping point. Things were all just getting a little too weird for her, and even though she didn't really believe in witches, she'd play it up any day for the sake of scaring some poor lost soul.

Thanks for starting! <3