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──☆*:・ﾟ▐░▒ A SPELL HAS BEEN CAST ON BRANGWYN!

SHE SPENDS HER days usually locked up in her small aeromobile-esque cottage which is bespelled to work so long as her familiar breathes wind into it's sails. day in, day out, she works as a potioneer, creating love spells for little girls and remedies for the sick and weak. she casts charms on items for those seeking luck and fortune, and refuses those asking her to strike their enemies. humans, so fickle they are with one another. the work is tiresome, and the customers aplenty. she was paid a pretty penny for her crafts, but for all intents and purposes, blair would have liked to live out the rest of her days merely travelling the world and seeking out its wonders. but a witch's work never ceases—there shan't be any rest for the wicked, as they say. so her heart tugs her north, towards a continent she's never travelled to, but after scrying in her pond deep in the heart of her garden, it's a place that foretells of beautiful ice palaces and wonderous festivities. you can say her interest has been piqued.

OPENING HER WINDOW, she presses her thumb and index finger against her mouth, a shrill whistle emanating after. outstretching her arm, a winged creature zips through the sails of her flying cottage and lands on her arm, carefully minding its talons as it uses her appendage as a perch. blair strokes the incandescent feathers of her familiar.

"we're ready to land, blair," her familiar speaks in deep baritones, bowing its head as she gently scratches the top of its head.

"perfect! i'll go to the door then," waiting for her familiar to fly off her arm, she closes the window and grabs her hat and scarf as she scurries towards the door. wrapping the thick wool around her neck with one hand, and the other drawing an invisible worldless spell over the door before grabbing the handle, throwing the door and jumping out of her cottage.

THE WIND FURIOUSLY tangles with her hair and clothes as she descends, falling faster and faster until she flips mid-air, close to ground, in a graceful arch. she lands like a feline on her feet, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she adjusts her hat—as if she just hadn't fallen out fo the sky. skipping out of the trees, blair marvels at the bustling city life, mouth agape as she smells a bakery not far from where she stood. clapping her hands together, she swerves left—only to bump into another, face smooshed in their, cough, bountiful bosom. stumbling backwards, blair lets out a silvery laugh, cheeks aflame as she blinks owlishly.