Snippet #4306

A light breeze shifts through the thick trees carrying the melodic whispered chant of a young witch praising her Goddess within a small clearing. Her arms lifting into the air in the last praise tosses the hood of her short white tattered cloak from her head, her dark red hair feathering her face falls against her cheeks a few strands landing in front of her eyes. She would open her eyes at the scent of rain on the air, her deep blue glowing eyes scan the darkening skies.

She would quickly gather her books and pendants, packing them neatly in her shoulder leather pouch, resting it across her chest and around her neck. Looking up to the skies again she would see a figure flying across the sky. She would turn and start hurtling through the trees at great speed in the same direction as the flying figure, the wind pushing her feet and form along at her will.

She would stop at the entrance of a large cave, almost falling over at its sudden appearance. Glancing around she would cautiously take a few steps forward, death hanging in the thick underground air of the cave. A light chant would escape her lips as she would snap her fingers, a bright flame dancing on the tips of her thumb and middle finger as long as they are together. With light she continues into the cave, stopping at the bear and saying a prayer to the Green God for it.

Somewhat relieved that was the scent she caught in the air she bound through the cave again. Upon reaching the other side of the cave she spots an old cabin. Her face would lighten with a slight smile as she walks up to it. Seeing the light is on she would slip up against one of the shadowed walls and let her form slip through the shadows and into the cabin. The shadows inside would shift just before she steps from them, seeing a form at the center of the room she assumes it must be the resident and she speaks melodically, "Knock, knock..."