Maiden of Destruction
Nikki hummed softly as she picked out a few herbs. There weren't many this time of the year but there were specials ones that she needed for her spells. As she placed them in a small bag, she stood, whistling for the broom that was leaning against a nearby tree.
Pumpkin yawned, letting the knife drop to her side as she rubbed her eyes. It wasn't late, but the small child was getting very tired. Sitting under a tree, she closed her eyes, yawning once more before dozing off.
The water pooled around his legs as the boy muttered under his breath. As he spoke small droplets began to rise into the air and made their way to a small alter at the edge of the pond. In the middle there was a glass bowl that began to fill as the water reached it.