\is walking through the forest, writing down various things into a notebook\ Hm... I've only read about these flowers... \crouches down by a patch of flowers and begins to sketch one of them, oblivious to her watching him\
The witch had been tending to the flowers when she noticed a figure coming closer. She squinted her eyes and wondered who could the person possibly be—perhaps it was the wizard? Or maybe even Sieffre? A small smile crept onto her features at the thought of her close friend(s); she really needed to make more of an effort to stay in contact with them. Her lips parted slightly to say hello but immediately clammed shut upon closer inspection that it was a stranger wandering into her woods.
Ah ah—should I call out to them regardless or hide? She bit down on her lip, debating her options. While she knew she shouldn’t hide from others, she couldn’t help but still feel slightly distrustful of humans still. Fortunately, the witch didn’t had to choose as the person made himself busy and didn’t see her, despite being so near to him.
“Eh…?” She blinked and stared at the other in confusion; did he not notice her or was she simply less important than whatever he was doing? The witch’s lips thinned at the thought until she heard him mumble. Did he just say flowers..? She tilted her head and observed the male in front of her and after awhile, deemed him not dangerous. “Um..you know what kind of flowers they are..?” She asked, curious to know his answer. It wasn’t everyday she met someone who had a love for flowers like she did and anyone who did couldn't be all that bad now.
