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That very same night, Zelda was ready to move out to her own house. She didn’t expect to feel so bittersweet. After all, she had always been the loner type. The strange witch with no friends, the one everyone whispered about but never talked to openly. Living in close quarters with the other travellers had been challenging to say the least. Her magic practice required concentration, peace of mind, quiet. She had been counting the days until she could finally have her own space. Yet, she had come to grow attached to them. Lori especially had been a very good friend. Her own sentimentality made her feel silly. She was moving out to a mere hour-walk away. Still it felt like the end of an era.

The house Maes had built for her was perfect. The mason had carefully followed her instructions. A patch of dirt had even been prepared for her to grow some medicinal herbs. What novelty, living in a village where people respected her craft, and even tried to help.

It was so good at last to have her own space, she felt inspired, energy titillating under her fingertips. Zelda immediately went to work, reheating her cauldron and stocking up on reagents. And much needed to be done. With the colder days approaching soon, Zelda feared winter would be harsh on the new born town. Food reserves were already low, and should some sickness swipe the land, she was the only one with any medical knowledge.

Yet, there was this one spell that she had been dying to try. She carefully waved her wand and whispered the words, focusing her energy on a single spot. Golden sparkles flickered down, turning into a soft ball of light. Paws and whiskers slowly came into shape, and suddenly a brown cat leaped out and started running around in a frenzy.