"thegoldenhairedprincess started following you..."
"Hello?" If we're being honest, Sophie found herself quite surprised upon finding the young lady wondering about the Wastes, looking hopelessly lost. The silver-haired woman had caught sight of her from the castle's misshapened balcony (from which she had been hanging the laundry to dry) as they passed by, and now cautiously leaned over the railing, calling down, "Excuse me, but you're lost, aren't you?" No one ever dared to come to the Wastes unless they were lost. Or a witch (a possibility which, Sophie thought at the sight of the blonde's impossibly long hair, wasn't entirely outside the realm of possibilities). So, of course, she asked. "You--you wouldn't happen to be a witch, would you?"
