For someone who had immortality, it was surprising that Witch Princess didnât take advantage of going around the world as much as she could had. Then again, when you had all the time in the world- you donât exactly make the fullest out of it. No clocks tick for one whoâs cursed to live forever. Adonea had always fascinated her and piqued her curiositiesâ but boyâ being there was tough.
Trecking throughout Norad really tired the witch out, there were monsters galore. Defending herself zapped all her energy, and by the time she made it to Selphia, she questioned if it was really worth it to find the Land of the Elves in the first place. So she decides to sleep in the inn for a night. Bathhouses were becoming a thing the Witch was starting to enjoy.
Her eyelids lifted up whilst she stretched her arms up into the air on the bed she laid in. Cracking her neck, her feet touches the creakily cool inn floor.
âOoofâŠ.winter is coming soon. I could feel it in my bones.âWitch Princess comments to herself before she sets out to go leave for the day. Exploring Selphia and what it has to offer.
One thing the harpy seemed rather fond ofâ was doing the wrong thing. Call it some sort of cheap thrill, but tossing her garbage that was in her satchel into the river brought her some joy in her miserably long life. But if she thinks more on her actions, this continent wasnât much of the Harvest Goddessâ territory. Ah well. Just bringing trouble wherever she goes is something that makes it all the worthwhile.
She tosses a glass bottle with a note inside of it containing an ominous message (Something along the lines ofâŠmay you spill your ink.) into the river alongside with some other rubbish. (Weeds, papers, bad charmsâŠ) Not really thinking that anyone was paying attention to her, since the town was rather quiet at this time. (It was quite early in the morning, the sun was about to rise.) The blonde made sure the knight that was patrolling around had passed, for Witch Princess wasnât in the mood to fight against a sword. (It was enough trouble already getting here, she forgot that the creatures around here fought back.)
Readying herself to toss another piece of garbage into the water, she was then abruptly stopped by a⊠just what the hecky is he? Oh great, how the hell are you gonna âthen he lifts her up in the air, causing the Witch some shock. No one has brought her off her feet in centuries. Probably the last time she was carried was by her own fathâ Her eyes rapidly blinks as she snaps out of her daze.
âWHAT THE SEVEN LAYERS OF HECK ARE YOU FRICKIN DOING, POPS?!â
Kicking and screaming, the blonde exclaims as she tries to wiggle herself out for her dear life.
The almost immediate shrieking reaction throws Volkanon off, making him realise just how impolite it probably was to lift a stranger up in such a way. Not that the woman seemed to care much for manners with the way she was polluting the river, but that certainly didnât mean he had to set the same example. He carefully set her feet back on the ground, though kept his hold on her in case she attempted to run off.
âI apologise for my rudeness. I cannot allow you to pollute Selphiaâs waterways however!â he told her, absently noting how small she seemed on her feet. He almost wondered if she had even finished growing, especially with the childish behaviour. âReally, it is incredibly inconsiderate to the people who live here! A young lady like yourself should know better.â
Really, there was no reason that she should know better simply for being a âyoung ladyâ, but still. He saw absolutely no reason why she should have such poor manners as to be throwing her rubbish out in the streets and in the water, especially when it wasnât even her own town. As he had said, they certainly didnât have a shortage of publicly available bins.
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