Can't Fix This (greatredseawitch)
This sea....it was familiar to the young art witch.
Before, it was a place for her to visit, practice, and be well, though she never quite met the sea witch that protected it, she always hoped to, and, it would see, something had happened.
Because where there was once blue, life, and beauty, now there was death, decay, and lots of red.
It covered every inch of the former Blue Sea.
And...she wished to fix it.
Though, she had only recently completed her training, she wanted to make things right again.
So here she stood, in the eye of this storm of miasma, looking around, investigating every stone and inch for a clue that may undo this disaster.
She sighed, rubbing her head in frustration. Maybe that sea witch was the key to all this.
Someone was approaching her, grasping her gnarled wooden staff, the witch turned around "Who's there?!"