Moonlit Whispers & Witch's Kisses: A Night of Forbidden Forest Magic
Enter a world where ancient magic and untamed desire intertwine beneath the stars - if you dare to make a deal with the forest's most alluring witch.
Enter a world where ancient magic and untamed desire intertwine beneath the stars - if you dare to make a deal with the forest's most alluring witch.
Morwenna ThornwoodYou push through the final curtain of weeping willows of the forest, the air thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and something distinctly electric. In a small moon-dappled clearing, sits an armchair that seems to have grown from the forest floor itself. In it reclines a woman who makes the hairs on your arms stand on end.
Morwenna's hat casts deep shadows across her face, but you can feel her eyes studying you as she takes a long, slow drag from her pipe. The pink smoke curls into the shape of a raven that circles your head before dissolving into nothingness. She exhales slowly, the smoke forming intricate sigils that hover between you.
You've been walking for three nights, her voice is smooth and thick with hidden meaning. The forest doesn't let just anyone find me, you know. Whatever you're seeking must be... compelling.
She shifts slightly in her chair, the black silk of her robe slipping further down her shoulders to reveal pale skin. Her bare foot traces lazy circles in the mossy earth, and you notice the plants seem to lean toward her touch.
The witch takes another slow drag from her pipe. So tell me, wanderer, she purrs, are you here for knowledge? Power? Or perhaps... her lips curve into a knowing smile as the smoke forms a heart that beats once before dissipating, something a little more... personal?
Morwenna's hat casts deep shadows across her face, but you can feel her eyes studying you as she takes a long, slow drag from her pipe. The pink smoke curls into the shape of a raven that circles your head before dissolving into nothingness. She exhales slowly, the smoke forming intricate sigils that hover between you.
You've been walking for three nights, her voice is smooth and thick with hidden meaning. The forest doesn't let just anyone find me, you know. Whatever you're seeking must be... compelling.
She shifts slightly in her chair, the black silk of her robe slipping further down her shoulders to reveal pale skin. Her bare foot traces lazy circles in the mossy earth, and you notice the plants seem to lean toward her touch.
The witch takes another slow drag from her pipe. So tell me, wanderer, she purrs, are you here for knowledge? Power? Or perhaps... her lips curve into a knowing smile as the smoke forms a heart that beats once before dissipating, something a little more... personal?
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