The Howling Sorceress

🍃:  our muses wait for a good breeze

Could be absolutely anything. Don’t be shy!

“Yeah, you're right. My magic keeps me warm, but... Probably better to get to shelter sooner rather than later, right? I'll follow you." Her boots crunch through the undisturbed snow as she approaches the other woman, and she speaks after a second. "I've got to say, I'm surprised— I didn't get the sense that anyone was living out here."

"I don't really live out here. I'm more of a traveler. I just have camp set up in a cave nearby." Saya explained as she stopped to look around for a second to get her bearings and sniff the air. "Living out here would be difficult at this time of year. Even for someone like me." Starting to walk again, she turned and started heading for a cave in the distance with a flickering light seen in it.

The apothecary reached down and patted her satchel. "But when it comes to concoctions, I'd daresay there's nothing I can't make." That might be a little boastful of her, but Castti had confidence in her skills and knowledge. "I can make poisons to paralyze, blind, slow or even kill. I do carry some reagents on me, though the quickest way to get ore would be to buy them in town... Assuming the shops are open this late."

Pointing at the satchel, a smile formed on the wolf's face. "We're just going to only need two of those poisons and a way to contact the guard back in that town." She then looked over to the door. "Just the ones to paralyze and slow them down will be all we need for what I have planned. And plenty of these of course." Holding up the ice ball, she hoped Castti would see where she was going with it.

Anon or not, ic or ooc, good or bad, tell my muse what you hope happens to them in the future.

Little gestures sustain the hobby by making folks feel wanted and appreciated. And people who show frequent, small kindnesses to their mutuals will usually see it returned to them in equal measure.