PlayerOliver

When you were a kid, you lived with your grandmother in the small town of Silvertree, on the edge of a magical forest. Grandma is a witch, and she taught you how to use your magic to affect the natural world, too. “Magic is a part of you,” she always told you. “Learning how to use it means figuring out who you are.”

Now you’re 19 and on your own. After years of living in the forest while you perfected your witchcraft, you’ve returned to take care of your grandmother’s house and crow-familiar while she’s gone. Figuring out who you are feels more important than ever - not to mention, figuring out what Silvertree is. A lot is just as you remembered: the friendly generous next-door neighbors with a kid just your age, the proud town council, the quaint little shops with quirky punny names, the gentle shadowy forest full of magic.

Stone in the shoe

There are a few low rumbles from people around you, but no one else calls out.


"What were you saying, Huknock?" Dina asks.


"Well—I know that we don't all live in the forest. But we're not the only ones that need to survive; the forest does as well. Surely we don't need a resort as badly as everything in the forest needs trees? And the oxygen they make? Which, you know, we all need as well."


"And what about preserving our natural landscape? Isn't it a much more authentic experience to explore the forest as it is rather than sit by a pool inside a log cabin? Whatever Silvertree needs, I'm sure there must be other ways of getting it without having to lose the forest as well."


With that, you take your seat, only then finding a chance to catch your breath. Everything you just said is all kind of a blur of adrenaline, and it takes you a few moments for it to sink in that you just spoke in front of nearly an entire town. But judging by the waves of murmurs rippling around you, and by the slight look of surprise on Dina's face, you realize that you definitely made an impression with your words.


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