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Edmund loved the rain. It had always been that way, perhaps for a very melodramatic reason, but he didn’t care. When the rain touched him, it felt as if it was washing his soul from everything that haunted him. However, he sensed he was not alone. Half closing his eyes to try to see better in the dark, he shouted out. “Is someone there?”

Peter heard the rustle of leaves in the silence, and footsteps as soft as spring. When he turned, he bowed slightly to the figure that had come up behind him, removing his hand from the trunk he had been resting it upon.

“Good morning,” he said politely, feeling a bit self-conscious, to be so easily snuck up on. “I beg your forgiveness if that was your tree I was disturbing.”

Send me ⚠ for my muse’s reaction to yours suddenly shoving them out of harm’s way

The young Witch’s eyes lifted as she felt herself being shoved aside. Muttering under her breath in her people’s ancient tongue, she raised her eyes. 

Another woman stood before her. Well, at least a woman by gender. But this being was not human. Nor was she a Witch. It was a rare situation when Dairearca didn’t know what she was facing. 

“Look out!” She called suddenly, trying to quickly put up a barrier. 

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