witchy woman

Is there any Cousland's on here? I've been thinking about bringing a character into the DARP fandom because I've yet to see it done but I wanna know.

The musty smell of burning firewood brings back vivid memories of her time spent in the Wilds of Ferelden, particularly the first night at the young age of thirteen. She had been running for much longer than she had expected to run and no matter how far she went, the Templars were close behind her. The young mage cried with each step she took, silently cursing everything that the Maker had done to her. A little bastard girl who was born to a noble Lord and his maid servant. This is a kind thing that I'm doing for you Davina. The way that he said her name was awkward and unfamiliar. His choice of name for his own daughter was normally girl or you there. A kindness. His words echoed through her mind as the tears began to stream harder down her face. A life in the Circle Tower, looked away like some criminal was not a kindness in the eyes of Davina. The girl wiped away the tears and quickened her speed as the Wilds came into view. She didn't dare to look over her shoulder and quickly broke through the tree line. Davina zig-zagged through it, stopping only until she could no longer hear their steps behind her. The night came much sooner than she had hoped as she gathered branches and logs to be used to keep her warm. She sat across from it, staring at the bark with complete concentration. Davina drew in a deep breath and flicked her wrist as a flame appeared, throwing its fire into the wood.

For any of you that have a Skype account, I made one for Davina. magusdamedavina

One more time for the night, would anyone like to plot something? I am going to go through my follower list and read about all of your characters and shoot some of you messages but I wanna know if any of you guys are interested?

Perhaps the crowded marketplace, hidden away behind her cart full of potions she claimed to be selling from a Circle mage, wasn't the best place for Davina to be practicing her magic. It had been a while since she had been forced to use it and part of her worried that somehow she might forget. Just as easily as the flame had appeared in the palms of her gathered hands, it had vanished leaving only a faint smoke trail and a lingering scent of an extinguished fire. The sound of footsteps approaching her cart startled her and forced her out of the trance like state she was in. Davina put on a smile, brushed off her hands on her already dirtied clothes and stood up. "Welcome, what might I help you with?"

Mun is a lightweight. But I hardly drink so that doesn't really matter. I've never really wanted to drink all that much.

A loud and forceful knock brought her back to reality as the smile quickly disappeared from her face. The woman stood from her seat slowly, instinctively griping one hand on the hilt of her dagger and the other balled into a fist ready to create a flame if it was deemed necessary. "Who is it? What do you want?" Davina tried to sound confident but her voice still came off as a bit shakey as her hand reached for the door.