witchy cottage
▪there’s a peaceful cottage tucked neatly in the woods where wanderers can find it
▪nearby there’s the sound of a babbling brook, full of smooth rocks and cool water
▪ sometimes if you’re lucky you can find a crystal in between the stones - the faeries leave them there
▪ there’s a small herb garden full of rosemary, thyme, sage, mint, dill, and basil
▪ if you go around the back you can find blackberry and strawberry bushes planted by careful hands into the soil
▪ a cat with soft fur and a bell around his neck lays on the windowsill soaking in the sunshine
▪the fireplace has been recently burning, and if you step close enough you can hear the wood crackling and smell its smoke
▪ dried herbs and plants hang on the kitchen walls and sit in jars
▪ a mug of now lukewarm tea sits on the counter, the tea bag still left in
▪ a bookshelf sits nearly full in the living room, stacked with worn books and grimoires. most have cracked spines and dog eared pages, each well loved and used
▪ next to the shelf is a faded couch to curl up on
▪ sometimes a robin sits on the windowsill to sing thanks to the left out blackberries
▪ crystals lie scattered on tables and in hanging satchels
▪ sigils and runes are carved delicately into the wooden furniture
▪candles are lit upstairs, their soft glow gently lighting the way
▪ if you walk through the long grass you’ll reach a small pond, home to an abundance of frogs and a family of ducks
▪ at night a lone fox creeps through the grass to the cool night air, unseen
▪moonlight shines through the trees and lights the cottage with a soft blue glow
▪as a wanderer, you can’t stay long, but the cottage wills itself to be found to those who will see it
- harper
