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rainbowfic2016-05-25 11:29 pm
wallwalker) wrote in rainbowfic2016-05-25 11:29 pm
Color Party #1
Name: Wallwalker
Story: Foraging
'Verse: The Witch and the Tower
Colors: Color Party #1 (Filemot)
Supplies and Styles: Canvas
Word Count: 500
Rating: SFW
Warnings: No warnings.
Summary: Foraging was part of the Witch's morning routine. Vignette.
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The Witch stepped lightly as she wove her way across the forest floor, a rough sack of deerskin leather clutched in one fist and a lantern that glowed with a golden light in the other. She was in a part of the woods where the underbrush was thin, and she could feel the leaves beneath her bare feet, cool and damp. They were already faded to a dull brown; she was careful not to kick at them too much, and did her best to avoid the outlines of twigs that sometimes poked from between them.
There were always leaves on the ground, even though she never saw them falling from the trees. They fell when the wind blew, she supposed, or when some beast rattled them from the branch. The smell of them was overpowering every morning, when she first left her cabin, but she had only been an hour in her morning forage and was already used to it.
When she was younger she thought she remembered seeing the leaves fall from the trees. They had changed color, too; they had changed from vibrant green to bright yellows and reds, and had finally fallen, so dry she could crumple them to dust in her tiny fist. She had been so young... she wasn't sure if she could actually trust her memories from so long ago. She wanted to ask her Aunt, but she was so sullen when talking about the world outside of the forest. When she was young she'd thought that she was just angry at being disturbed, but now she was old enough to understand that the memories were just too painful for her.
She was still curious, but she tried not to let the memories get the best of her. The forest around her was strange and magical, but it was alive, and the darkness was soothing, like a warm blanket. If seeing the leaves change color was something she could only see in her dreams, well, she thought that she could live with that.
She glanced down again, scanning for twigs, and saw a small fern growing from the dead leaves, with soft green leaves that seemed to glow under the dim light of her charmed lantern. Had she ever seen it before? She didn't think so; even after so many walks around the forest, she still hadn't seen everything it had to offer. She picked one of its fronds carefully, and tucked it into her sack. Maybe her Aunt could tell her something about it, or one of the older witches and warlocks. It was always nice, being able to come back with something new to learn about! She was already brewing her own potions, although her Aunt wouldn't be very pleased if she found out.
She straightened up, brushing an old leaf off of her plain dress. She still had a lot of ground to cover, and the sack was only halfway full. As fascinating as her new find was, she preferred to go back when it was bulging with plants and stones and other prizes.
She hoped she could find something else that was new to her today. These days were the best sorts of days for her.
Story: Foraging
'Verse: The Witch and the Tower
Colors: Color Party #1 (Filemot)
Supplies and Styles: Canvas
Word Count: 500
Rating: SFW
Warnings: No warnings.
Summary: Foraging was part of the Witch's morning routine. Vignette.
---
The Witch stepped lightly as she wove her way across the forest floor, a rough sack of deerskin leather clutched in one fist and a lantern that glowed with a golden light in the other. She was in a part of the woods where the underbrush was thin, and she could feel the leaves beneath her bare feet, cool and damp. They were already faded to a dull brown; she was careful not to kick at them too much, and did her best to avoid the outlines of twigs that sometimes poked from between them.
There were always leaves on the ground, even though she never saw them falling from the trees. They fell when the wind blew, she supposed, or when some beast rattled them from the branch. The smell of them was overpowering every morning, when she first left her cabin, but she had only been an hour in her morning forage and was already used to it.
When she was younger she thought she remembered seeing the leaves fall from the trees. They had changed color, too; they had changed from vibrant green to bright yellows and reds, and had finally fallen, so dry she could crumple them to dust in her tiny fist. She had been so young... she wasn't sure if she could actually trust her memories from so long ago. She wanted to ask her Aunt, but she was so sullen when talking about the world outside of the forest. When she was young she'd thought that she was just angry at being disturbed, but now she was old enough to understand that the memories were just too painful for her.
She was still curious, but she tried not to let the memories get the best of her. The forest around her was strange and magical, but it was alive, and the darkness was soothing, like a warm blanket. If seeing the leaves change color was something she could only see in her dreams, well, she thought that she could live with that.
She glanced down again, scanning for twigs, and saw a small fern growing from the dead leaves, with soft green leaves that seemed to glow under the dim light of her charmed lantern. Had she ever seen it before? She didn't think so; even after so many walks around the forest, she still hadn't seen everything it had to offer. She picked one of its fronds carefully, and tucked it into her sack. Maybe her Aunt could tell her something about it, or one of the older witches and warlocks. It was always nice, being able to come back with something new to learn about! She was already brewing her own potions, although her Aunt wouldn't be very pleased if she found out.
She straightened up, brushing an old leaf off of her plain dress. She still had a lot of ground to cover, and the sack was only halfway full. As fascinating as her new find was, she preferred to go back when it was bulging with plants and stones and other prizes.
She hoped she could find something else that was new to her today. These days were the best sorts of days for her.
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