—grüne hexe

⊰♚ ⊱—;     “Oh, I’ll get it! ”What much sense of the world would their be for her to hoist herself up on a crutch to cross a mere few meters? Elizabeth won’t have her in unecessary strain. And perhaps she feels a little cruel after freely bouncing up onto her toes to fetch the hairbrush, so when she returns, she’s sititng on her legs. 

   Ah, she was quick. She had already crossed the room and grabbed the hairbrush before Sieglinde had even taken her hands away from the crutches. Still, she was grateful. While she was used to walking with their help, it didn’t necessarily mean that she enjoyed it.

There were many things Snake had endured due to his skin. The scales were things that attracted unwanted attention. Flashes of living in a cage, starving, enduring points and laughs- he never wanted to go back to that. Even if he was in service of Ciel now, he would never dream of trading that in for his cage. He watched as Oscar enjoyed the small pats to his scales. He would have smiled in fondness if they were alone. His snakes were his friends- like a family. In a way, they were all he had left now. He directed his gaze at the young woman as she spoke. This was, after all, part of his job. These werewolves- it was all some form of mystery. And the smell of it all was just off. ”They are restricted? says Oscar.” That was an odd thing- they were strictly in the village and not one had escaped to the Outside World? And why was it called that? Because she couldn’t get out of her own village? Mystery surrounded this place. He wasn’t sure he liked it.

   Restricted? Sieglinde had honestly never thought of it that way before, but yes, she supposed in their own way even the werewolves were somewhat restricted. Until she or another Green Witch after her managed to complete the Ultimate Magic, the werewolves were without their miasma.

…Better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.

“Usually I would’ve started you on something simpler. Knitting is usually how my students start.” Roisin retook her seat as she spoke, picking up her own work again. “But you are an exceptionally smart young child, and while cross stitching isn’t the most complicated thing I can teach you it’s still changeling enough for your mind.”

      ❝Mmm... I’d like to learn knitting too, sometime,❞ the girl said, slowly and carefully weaving the needle in and out of the fabric like she had been taught. ❝Then I could make Wolf a big, cozy scarf. Oh, and Ciel too! I could make him a scarf as long as he is tall!❞

*wants to rp with everyone*

The way the young woman spoke- she must have wanted to see the outside world so badly. Something was keeping her here, and it wasn’t just her feet. Her own footman seemed to be hellbent on never letting her outside. He wanted to say that he was sure he was right, but he couldn’t be. There was a time when he thought he’d never be saved from his own cage. He, too, had dreamed of a day when he’d sleep in a soft bed, not hay. The hissing continued from Oscar, tongue flicking out as he was pet. Snake’s eyes remained glued on Sieglinde. His scales were very real. No one knew quite how they’d gotten there, but they were all over his body. He was a freak, born in the throws of disgrace. This did, however, form a connection with him and his snakes. They traveled with him everywhere and he cared for them as if they were all he had. “Not everyone thought so says Oscar.” Some thought he was disgusting. His attention was gained again. “Werewolves. I didn’t think they were real says Dan.”

   His words made the witch pause for a moment. Not everyone had thought Mr. Snake’s appearance to be amazing as she thought it was? She supposed it made sense. Despite her extremely sheltered life, she still had been exposed to forms of prejudice (even if it hadn’t necessarily been towards her).

Roisin looked up from her own pattern when Sieglinde started cheering happily. Putting the fabric and needle down she circled the table between them to check on her handywork before giving her the next bunch of thread. When the child jabbed herself with her needle again Roisin just shook her head softly and chuckled, taking a plaster from her pocket to cover the freshly bleeding wound for her.

   Following the governess’ finger closely, the ex-witch watched intently as the pattern was traced in front of her. The young girl had done many, many things in her short life, but not much related to needlework hadn’t been included on that list. In short, it was somewhat like exploring new territory--and Sieglinde loved to learn new things.

   Settling into the couch and propping her crutches up beside her, Sieglinde couldn’t help but give a small sigh. It felt good to be off of her feet. Even if Wolfram returned soon, she decided that she would rest there for a while.