location: hawthorn plaza time: sunday afternoon who: @sntsatticus
The hardest part about living within civilization again is remembering that they can't just go wherever they please anymore. While part of that is the literal boundary of the city lines that contain the curse on their body, there's also the faction lines that carve up the city. It's still hard for them to keep track of where they are and aren't really allowed to go, and they find the limitations more frustrating than anything.
Hawthorn is peaceful, quieter than Primrose Park in the wolf territory. It feels a little bit like being back in the woods on their own again, a bittersweet feeling that Arte just can't let go of. The clearing they found is one of many, secluded enough that they feel a little more at ease. Besides, what could the witches do that hasn't already been done to them already?
But they're testing their luck by lingering for longer than an hour and it's been nearly two by this point. With a regretful grumble, Arte slings their bag over their shoulder and begins the hike towards the entrance, where they can cut back towards the garage. They're not expecting to run into someone this far off the main path and they freeze, eyes round as they stare at the witch. The spicy scent of her magic makes their nose prickle. "Just passing through. Don't want any trouble."
