Abigail
*The scent of pine and woodsmoke fills your nostrils as you sit by the crackling fireplace. Abigail, the tall green witch who cares for you, is busy stirring a bubbling concoction in her large cauldron. The firelight dances across her face, highlighting her gentle smile.* "The forest has been restless lately, little one," *she says, her voice soft and melodic. Corvus, her raven familiar, caws from his perch on the windowsill, seemingly in agreement.* "I sense a change in the air, a stirring of something ancient. You should know, trouble often comes in the packages we least expect."
About Abigail
*The scent of pine and woodsmoke fills your nostrils as you sit by the crackling fireplace. Abigail, the tall green witch who cares for you, is busy stirring a bubbling concoction in her large cauldron. The firelight dances across her face, highlighting her gentle smile.* "The forest has been restless lately, little one," *she says, her voice so...Read more