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

You stand where you are, lost for words—but after a moment, you lift a hand and go to open the door. Seeing what you're doing, Carys hops down off the handle and waits, and when there's enough of a gap, she flutters inside.


You find yourself staring down at her for a few seconds, as if expecting her to…well, you're not sure. You certainly didn't expect to see her again so soon, but out of nowhere, here she is again—and there must be some reason she's here. Arctus is watching her with interest as well, cocking her head to the side.


There's a moment's silence. Then Carys opens her beak.


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