Glitter and Grimoires OOC | IC | Characters Two witches loitered in the shadow of a building's eave. Even on such a moonlit night, it was difficult to make out their exact features. Each had straight black hair and wore dark, flowing fabric. One pulled down her wide-brimmed hat and held tight as the breeze picked up. "It's a restless night," said Rena. The other kept the hood of her cloak lowered, even as the wind whipped her hair around her face. She sunk down and leaned against the weathered stone behind her. "You've heard," Reba said, toying with the sandy earth. "I've heard." Rena's knuckles were still tight on the brim of her hat. "What should be done?" "Don't know." Reba opened her hand and watched particles of soil drift into the wind, swirling away through the night air. "Maybe nothing. Let nature run its course." "Possible. But, well..." Rena flushed, adjusting her hat again. "It worries me. That's all. We know nothing about them in the first place. What if..." She blew a sharp breath through her nose. "Never mind. I just keep hearing that they have an amazing power." A third witch approached. Incredibly long, curly, blonde hair billowed behind her as she surged toward the building. She stopped at the threshold. Her gaze flicked briefly over Reba before catching Rena's eye. The newcomer smiled, blue eyes icy and distant, before disappearing behind the door. Rena stepped into the moonlight. Her pale skin almost glowed, yet her black eyes seemed to darken. "Sister, I have business. I won't be long." Reba nodded. "Town meeting, right. I'm going home." She wandered forth as Rena followed the blonde witch inside. "Amazing powers, hm..." thought Reba. "I'll be the judge of that." The lone witch headed for the forest's edge, picking her way over the path toward the tower she shared with her twin. Inside, the blonde witch stood at the center of a tavern already crowded with an audience. One boot rested on a chair as she spoke. "I come bearing news of Sweetbalm. Witches of Elderwood, the situation is even worse than anticipated. I've seen the damage with my own eyes. The people of Sweetbalm are safe, but who knows for how long?" The tables came alive with nervous chatter. "We must," the speaker said, voice rising over the growing din, "must prepare. We cannot be caught unawares. Not here. Not in Elderwood." "But Celinda!" someone cried. "They're just using magic, aren't they? Shouldn't we treat them like any other upstart?" "Ah, yes, however -- Rena, be a dear and hand me my notes." Celinda scanned the papers. "They use magic. But those who witnessed the incident have reported that their magic feels completely foreign. It is also immense, destructive, almost instantaneous... it didn't seem to tire them or slow them down at all." Rena shuddered. She thought of Reba, alone in the night. Though she knew her sister could protect herself -- far better than Rena could, at that -- she still worried. There was no telling where the strangers were hiding, or how many had come, or... "Rena! Rena, you can take my notes now." Celinda's voice shocked Rena out of her daydream. In the forest beyond Elderwood, a young girl knelt in silence. She didn't seem to care that her bare knees were pressing into earth and pine needles. Her jean shorts and hoodie were dirty and snagged in places, while her sandals were caked with mud. She had come to a rest in this quiet thicket, alone, barely looking at her surroundings. Tears began to well in her eyes. One by one, they slid down her cheeks and plopped onto her legs. "Where could he have gone?" the girl whispered. "And where have I gone?" All the magic in the world wouldn't help her if she was lost and forgotten. There was no one around to appreciate her as a magical girl -- or as Anna Chase. She couldn't believe anything could make fighting giant monsters look attractive. But right now, she'd give anything to be back home, blasting beasts with her mascot by her side. Somewhere beyond the trees, a twig cracked, and Anna's head snapped up. "Tulip, is that you?" She stood, stepping toward the sound and wiping at her tears. "I've been worried sick!" But there was no response, only more cracking twigs. "Uh... Tulip? Is that you?"