A Witch In The Woods

//This is very short but i want spirit to have a little cottage and a fox buddy and also i want her to be HAPPY for once in her damn life. and also i want the achievements for posting blogs. eat me. The Everfree was always a place of magic. Curses. Monsters. And more recently, tell of a witch. One who’s powers come from dark places. One who’s abilities are unknown to the natural world. A slight creature, she is. But a friend of the forest indeed. Only a witch could remain a friend of this accursed place. But it’s said that there are some who can call this Witch friend. It is whispered in hushed tones that one may speak her true name into the woods to make their way to her. The forest groans. The forest creaks. As if the woods themselves are moving. And if one enters this path that it gives them, they may come across a cottage. Cobblestone walls, and a roof- the material completely unknown, as it happens to be covered fully in lichens and mosses. A chimney in the center of the roof may have smoke seeping. The Witch is home. The door creaks open- she really should fix that- revealing a simple abode. Wooden floors. A single cot. A firepit dug out, surrounded by stone. Above a small burning fire, there would usually be a small bubbling cauldron. Given the herbs and various bottles around, one might expect that the witch was brewing some dark potions. But… the smell around the place? Truly, it couldn’t be naught but a simple soup. The Witch, herself, would often be seen at this cauldron, stirring, and adding more items in. Laying by her side, a grey fox. Immediately up and on edge, hackles rising, and tail fluffing out. A growl could hardly escape it’s muzzle, though, before the Witch would place a hoof upon it’s back, calling its name. Albedo. With its name called, it would lay back down by the fire. Another door in the back is seen, slightly ajar. Is that a garden? It looks that way. Small sprigs of greenery poking from soft, tilled soil. From this garden, the sound of a nearby stream can be heard, though it seems like it might take a little bit to find. Not that there’s a problem with that. Once you’re a friend of the forest, it’ll treat you well. This Witch- once bereft of a home- now had a place to call her own. There was, indeed, a witch in the woods. And now, she was here to stay.