@the-safari-bag-girls-menagerie asked: “Ah hello there Miss I was just admiring the flowers… are you an animal native to this forest? My name is Kaban, but my species is called humans. Ah have you seen a serval cat around here have you?” (I’m so sorry you liked my ask call like a million years ago)
🌹🧿 The witch sat in the middle of the Glade a small melody on her lips as she weaved clovers together. It was an ancient hymn, something old and almost forgotten; haunting as it was enchanting.
Hearing the footwork of the other she stopped turning milk white eyes to where the noise was before pause. Small, it was a small being. Child? No. Teen? There seemed to be many of them in the woods of late.
" Animal?" Ninian cocked her head to the side in question, silver strands of hair falling to one side. " Humans......it's been a long time sense humans have been around these parts. All but fairy tales to the Isle......"
She seemed to go back to her work of weaving as the other questioned her. Shaking her head again, " Possibly, many small creatures have been through here today. You're free to check under the bushes but watch your hands......It's a pleasure to meet you Kaban. You can call me Ninian." 🧿🌹