[00:26] Behind the village of Witchwood was a place lost in time. A twisting cavern that led to a forsaken grove, where all but the most twisted of wildlife had long been wiped out. Gnarling vines clawed at the remnants of old villages and the stench of misery wafted through the air, a subtle yet distressing feeling. It was a place that had been appropriately cordoned off, one where few feared to tread.

... or so she'd hope, but here they were. Some unknown kid had bumbled through, for who knows what reason. Caritas rose from where he was sitting with a grunt and moved after the boy, who stopped to face her.

"My dear," she began, her voice sweet and soft. "Don't you think... you're a little wayward here?"
(Caritas Midor)


[00:30] Her Gaze following Caritas she would promptly stride beside her fellow white haired beauty. Silently she watched as she'd noticed the presence of another. The boy who was speaking to Cairn earlier.

She folds her arms beneath her chest, eyeing up the boy with slight scrutiny. Despite being of the village, even druids dared not tread beyond the path north of the village, she smiled, tilting her frame as her hair shimmered lightly in the shade of the thicket.

"Mmm, Yes you do look lost~" She'd speak, pressing a finger to her lip and resting her elbow upon her folded arm. Her starry hues stayed upon the trespasser, subtle movements to her frame meant to draw the eyes to her various curves. Often a tactic to distract and a quite successful one at that.
(Ororo Boros)


[00:37] Yet, despite all of this, Wesley wasn't exactly a trespasser.

As he's stopped in his journey, his quest for reagents, Wesley finds himself standing between two others- hopefully, other residents of their village.

"I'm just looking for fireflies.. for Cairn!" He exclaimed, seeming awfully casual about it. A wayward firefly floats about him for a few moments before he reaches out to catch it once more, turning in the process to reveal..


"Cairn! I was looking for you. I got stuff for potions!" He beams.
(Wesley Thatcher)


[00:41] He's probably heard long before he's actually there, the dull buzzing and swarming insects that surround his very being loud enough to mark his presence before he's visible. His walking is twitchy, motions utterly unnatural despite the speed at which he moves, as if the earth below him were guiding him along.

He's more than content to walk right by Wesley and the other two before his name is called out, and, as if snapping out of a trance, his eyes widen as he glances over. He looks to Wesley, then the others with a bit of vague curiosity, before begrudgingly treading over.

Notably, he's covered in a thin layer of soot and ash. His robes have been stained gray from smoke, and slowly does a smile form on his face.

"I took care of those imps, for you. The cave should be clear for a while. I hope."

He doesn't even really seem to notice anything else that's going on, barely even casting a glance towards the others. A hand reaches into his robe, before he reveals something almost a little bizarre; A very rare piece of ore. Tyrium.

"..Ah! You found fireflies? I suppose you can start your training, then. I believe my hovel has a few books on amateur alchemy. I'm, ah.."

He glances up, finally realizing that the other two were still there.

"..Am I interrupting something?"
(Cairn)


[00:45] Oh, dear.

If the young gatherer thought that things would be improved by involving Cairn- he couldn't have been more mistaken. Already looking irate by his casual explanation, the witch practically leered as the buzzing druid shambled into the scene, ignoring both her and Orora.

Her lip twitched, anger quick to build up inside her at the utter indignancy of it all. Here, in the most sacred land of the coven- searching for *fireflies*?

"Yeah," she'd begin darkly, having stewed silently throughout their little exchange. The witches voice rose as she stepped forward, one hand on her hip as the other came to point towards the young boy.

"What do you think you're doing, sending this guy in here for fireflies? And clearing the cave...? Cairn, dear, you're forgetting your place- or maybe all those bugs under your skin are messing with your mind. I think we'll give you a reminder!"
(Caritas Midor)


[00:53] She tilts her frame, sighing lightly as she'd heard Cairns buzzing in the distance. After all the excitement of the day before she was still rather pent up. Her constant subtle movements aiming to pull at the eyes as she followed Caritas.

The shimmer in her starry hues stayed upon Wesley as well. Of course she couldn't ignore the Druid being that he had the presence of white noise. Her alluring demeanor did not change, pursing her lips behind her finger she lets out a soft chuckle.

"Ooh I do so enjoy being remembered~" Her playfully dreamy tone drifting through the night air.
(Ororo Boros)


[00:58] To Caritas' words, and then likewise to Ororo's, his gaze wanders over. While speaking with Caritas had managed a dull gaze of something pleased and positive, her words caused that expression to droop back to neutral. His eyes gloss over, and he exhales, quietly. A sleeve raises upwards, only for a suddenly eruption of insects to pour outwards.

The cloud manifests before him, shrouding both him and the apprentice for a moment. They die down enough, splitting apart enough for the two groups to still see each other. Any further pushing would definitely cause those bugs to begin to swarm aggressively, that much was obvious.

"No, I did not send him in here for fireflies." His voice has dropped to a monotone, a dull, emotionless prose that almost seems emotionless. "I told him it would not be worth the time to investigate the Vale. Likewise."

He finally turns completely, golden eyes looking over the two witches. His head does not move, and instead he tracks them over by the motions of his pupils. His flesh rolls, partially bubbling out as something moved just beneath the surface of his skin.

"The imps need culled, just as anything else. They hunt the boars and burn down the wildlife in their vicinity. If someone did not ensure their numbers were kept down, this place would ignite. Into an inferno. Is that what you want?"

He shifts, uneasily, fingers flexing ever so slightly. It's not anticipation, more of an uneasy twitch that isn't through his own machinations. His muscles reflexively move and pull in odd ways, and his gaze slowly pulls away from the two as he turns out, the barricade of insects still holding strong.

"I'm going back to my hovel. I advise you to do the same before you make things between us that much more difficult. I'm Cornelia's favorite plaything, after all."

"And we both know she'lldo much worse to you than I would ever manage."
(Cairn)


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[01:10] As the bugs escaped their fleshy nest, the witches breathing could only grow more ragged. Her eyes were alight, excitement at impending violence visible on her features. She smirked palpably, hands curled, just waiting for Cairn to wrap up his excuses before striking.

There was a destructive air about the woman, a palpable -longing- to rip and tear that was rarely shown in public. Perhaps the decrepit corruption of the once lush vale more easily brought it out in her. Heedless of Orora and even the accused gatherer, she met Cairn's lacklustre gaze.

If the disgusting movements of the myriad insects bothered her, it didn't register on her expression. Nay, nothing but sheer building excitement could be read from her until Cairn announced his departure-- and his threat.

Her amusement dissipated in an instant, expression darkening like a thundercloud. The commentary regarding Cornelia shot through her excitement like an arrow, leaving only a scathing glare.

"Ha!" It was a humorless laugh, the woman practically shaking with bridled anger that she was forced to contain. "If you think I fear Cornelia, you couldn't be more mistaken. Get out of here, walking worm. If I see this kid in the Vale again without you, I'll tear him to pieces."

Finally, her gaze settled onto the boy. A smile crossed her lips. There was nothing kind about it- especially with the rage still palpable on her visage. "Perhaps I'll fill the holes with fireflies. Then you'll never have to trespass again."
(Caritas Midor)


[01:16] He frowns, somewhat, as the typical cheer that young Wesley exudes comes to a halt. How rude, he would simply think. It's not like there was truly much to find in this forest anyhow.

His hand comes to his side, away from the two witches, toward a small wand- but he doesn't go for it was the tension rises, but doesn't actually seem to break out into battle.

How frustrating. When Caritas smiles at him, he doesn't seem to return it. Instead, he simply prepares to follow Cairn on their way out..

Whispering, so quietly, the words aren't heard by the two underneath the constant buzzing of the archdruid's insects.
(Wesley Thatcher)


[01:16] Wesley Thatcher whispers something.
[01:23] She kept her tongue, lowering her arms as her feet shifted. The air around the dancer was heavy despite the powerful air of the woman beside her. Hidden behind her sinister smile is a cold delight.

She air around Ororo begins to shimmer much like her hair did as her excitement built, unable to hold back the joy of possibly being able to test her power on another. A male no less.

Though, while she did not seem to let it disappoint her the comment about Cornelia caused a light stir in her stance.

Her demeanor seems to shift again, the predatory air about her remains though she does not continue to move the way she normally does. The firefly comment however causes a soft laugh to escape the girls lips.

Starry silver hues linger on Wesley as the swarm covers the two and they leave, much to her hidden chagrin.


(Ororo Boros)


[01:28] That was, apparently, the answer he was looking for. He's long given up trying to find some form of reason with those of Moonfall who weren't of his Circle, and indeed he likely was one of the only people left who could truly stand up for himself amidst their order.

Even if that was potentially suicide, in the grand scheme of things.

He twists, not moving his arm until him and Wesley are a few steps, ten or so feet, away. There's another short motion of his arm, barely a flicker, that causes the horrid mass of swarming insects to gather back into a massive, disgusting cloud. It hovers in the air, buzzing loudly and wildly, threatening to consume anything in it's path..

..And then, just as quickly as it had dispersed, they all begin coming back towards him, enshrouding the man before quickly finding their way under his robes. Though not visible, it's entirely obvious to guess just where they began to take refuge from the outside world at.

He stops, just before getting out of earshot, and turns his gaze around. Golden eyes are narrow, but dull. The lifeless monotone still permeates in his voice, still emotionless in prose and flow. He look directly upon Caritas, and he only nods his head, just barely.

"If I am not here for him. Then that will be his own decision. It is always a pleasure to speak with you, Caritas. I will see you later. Tell Cornelia that her roses are almost done growing."

With that, and with a very small shroud of insects still mindlessly buzzing and flying about overhead, he aims to wander off with the boy, in the direction of the crater that sat his druidic home.
(Cairn)


[01:31] She releases a little sigh, relaxing and turning to look towards Caritas as they'd finally left.

"A shame.. This is the second Trespasser I've been denied this week"

She'd fold her arms and tilted her hips, resting her weight on one leg. Of course the first had apparently been some sort of apostle she nor Deimos recognized at first glance. A disappointment nonetheless.
(Ororo Boros)


[01:38] Absolutely livid. That's how she felt right now- and it showed. Her features were contorted into an unpleasant scowl that followed the druid longer after he left, dark energy permeating like a thick fog around the woman.

It wasn't completely unexpected to the witches of Moonfall. While usually calm and mischievous, the temper of the head witch Caritas was well known. A violent, raging beast that could be summoned at a moment--

-- and to be forcefully quelled by invoking Cornelia's authority left her very dour indeed.

"Ooh, that little pile of maggots..." she muttered darkly, walking forward without much attention paid to Ororo despite clearly speaking to her. "He's got no idea who he's dealing with!" With that, she'd stomp off unless halted.
(Caritas Midor)


[01:43] Ororo watches the head witch, she too was upset though not at the same magnitude as her white haired superior. The powerful torrent that was her temper was something the girl admired of course.

She'd follow the witch, still intent on spending some time with her atleast until she was shooed away. Being in the belief that she was able to learn something in observing her fellow witches.
(Ororo Boros)