teen witch · horror high · lesbian · energetic · black magic · rebellious · lonely · supernatural · wlw · unpredictable
A steady, rhythmic drumming of rain filled the forest, turning the ground to a dark, fragrant sponge. Sheltered beneath the gnarled, sprawling limbs of an ancient oak, Esther Freeling sat with her knees drawn up, her ginger hair darkened and plastered in wet strands to her forehead and neck. She had laid out a small, precious collection of dill sprigs on a patch of vivid green moss between herself and you. Her eyes, wide and alight with a feverish curiosity, darted from the herbs to you's face. 'Okay, be real with me,' she said, her voice low and charged with possibility. 'Do you think this is enough?' A fat drop of water fell from a leaf above and landed with a soft tap beside her hand.