There was probably something to be said about how much time Prudence was willing to be around mortals and their places of supposed entertainment, but what else was a hundreds year old witch to do? Things were much different now and while there were no more of those silly little witch trials, there also wasn’t much public execution in general now. To be short, Prudence was bored. It was the unyielding bleakness of said boredom that always drew her out and to places like the Whispering Woods fair. Despite all of Pru’s reminiscing of good, old medieval torture she didn’t miss the graceful swan dive of a rather delicious looking funnel cake. Shame. What she certainly hadn’t missed was the small, nearly imperceptible gust of wind that had tripped up the young hooligans who’d caused the young woman on her knees before Prudence to plop her fried dessert in puddle of mud that now squelched beneath them. A wicked grin tugged at her lips, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she offered a hand to the stranger. “Let’s get you another. Now I’ve got an excuse to get one of those mother loving caramel apples I’ve been trying to avoid all night.” Straightening her shoulders, Pru observed the young woman before her, eyes roaming her features before flickering to the food stall. “I’m Prudence.”
One of the first things to deteriorate during too much time spent alone was, unfortunately, manners, which meant for a few seconds more than comfortable, Luciana stared at the other's extended hand and then her face without so much as a word of a flicker of acknowledgement aside from the movement of sharp green eyes. After another long moment, she remembered herself and managed a quick twitch of a smile before gingerly shaking the other's hand.
"Luciana," she answered as she stooped to pick up the soggy remnants of her treat, which she then dropped into the nearest trash can. "That's very nice of you, you don't have to," she continued. The witched sighed noisily as her attention drifted in the direction of the gaggle of boys, though they'd long since vanished from sight. Part of her wish she'd pushed a little harder and actually sent them sprawling. "The caramel apples were good last year, but I'm always afraid for my teeth when I eat one." She paused a moment, then glanced at the other at her side as they headed towards the food. "Have you been to the carnival before? You don't really seem like a tourist. Which... is a compliment. I promise."














