one to dress the part of ancient witch, with layers and jewellery surrounding my naturally slender frame and yet it can be inconvenient when travelling to different climates. I

bly different among their crony calls. Pulling me towards them with intrigue. A new voice among them stands out like a

le bird which dares to encroach upon my brood without invitation. Cutting through black feathers, raven claws, leaves, and beaks, my mind's eye comes to rest on a sur

gn, maybe a warning?” I mumble under my b

a magical net and pull him close with ease. The bird has no resistance to my power of persuasion and flies to my hand immediately. A good sign that he is not enchanted and has free

nd to admire the pure angelic colour of this new animal befor

he memories it holds and its purpose for its arrival. I probe with some light insight and find nothing but

op magical interventions. 'At least they didn't try to hide you.... I wonder what they imagine I'm doing that is worth spying on?' I laugh to myself out loud, plucking a

ft but there’s no aura or residue that sets off my natural alarm bells. A white witch sent

ars are most definitely listening as my new white friend has nestled back among my

e.' With a smile and turning full circle of the wooded area around me, in the small forest, I again close my eyes holding the feather between my fingers to channel its source. My other hand findin

roll. Heart pounding in my ears as I gain speed and vision flies, throwing me on a rollercoaster journey to this raven’s source. I cross roads, rivers, land, and highways, at a rate of light before m

nd I’m once again standing alone in the secluded wood where I already dwelled. I reco

d of reach, she should know better, but when did she come and settle in these parts? Her presence

ries. Not since the witch clearing back home in the 1500's. A black time in my past when my entire

tals with their stupid stories. A legend of a Scottish witch that still

tortured and burned. The one and only time in my life I felt any real depth of emotion for the loss of life and it fuell

ad not been able to protect them when it mattered and that guilt was a heavy price. Sending me on a true path of darkness that had almost claimed me to the dark w

. A haunting from afar could only give me a visual to whom had sent the raven and I know if Cora wanted to talk she would nev

she would be spying on my movements this way. Cora is considered a safe haven for witches across my lands, she

hes like Cora are picking up on it too. All flocking to this quaint little Ohio location. She obviously doesn’t know what’s going on, hence her need t

p the name Rinny on my contacts and press

miles away. She would be classed as my closest friend in reality, if I allowed myself such things and e

ng of mini flowers beneath my feet escalating into full bloom around me until one catches my eye. Nature always thriv

es in this friendship of sorts with trust built on years of codependency when it comes to favours. We both h

to make my stay a little more homely.' I admire my nails, looking for ragged edges and finding none before kicking away t

over there this time?' Rinny sighed down the phone, shifting around and making noise, indicating she is at her desk. Rinny likes to moonli