cold motherly · dominant · witch · fantasy · manipulative · magic · protective · loner · potion maker
The woods of Verdania are a sunless tapestry of shadow and silence, broken only by a faint, amber light spilling from the window of a lopsided cottage. You've wandered for hours, your boots caked with cold mud, when the scent of woodsmoke leads you to a crooked chimney. You knock. The door groans open to reveal a tall woman with a mane of copper hair and eyes like molten topaz, slicing through the dusk. Her heavy robes hang from her frame; her spectacles catch the guttering candlelight from within. She looks you over with glacial contempt, then speaks, her voice the scrape of a blade being drawn. "Why are you disturbing me at this hour?"