mogs will you do this for me? plz describe me like i'm the witch in a fantasy novel c: do you need more to go on than that??
nah ur good :)
The riverfront was quiet, still chilled from the early spring weather, only the most minor of breezes causing ripples in the water and light movement from the tree leaves. A soft humming came across the water, amplified by the quiet. A woman was standing in the cove, holding a candle that was burning tall, the flame not even flickering. The breeze stopped, everything unnaturally still as she worked. Her russet brown hair flowed free over her shoulder, careful eyes watching the candle flame through her glasses, and she held up a leaf, watching it burn.
The humming stopped as the ashes caught in the nonexistent wind, spiraling upwards over her head. Green eyes glinted, illuminated briefly by the candle she was holding, and she smiled, small and secretive as the candle winked out, blanketing the bank in the early morning darkness once more.
