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

"That's probably true; there's only about seven other people in town, and I run into them at the grocery store all the time."


With you as their assistant, Marlowe makes you both some food, and you end up in their bedroom as you eat. Marlowe is, understandably, a little quieter than usual, and you find yourself looking around curiously at their room. It's fairly small, but the walls pop with color thanks to the rows of books on every available surface. On a small desk underneath the window there's a laptop, as well as an old typewriter that seems to have undergone quite a few repairs.


When Marlowe notices you looking at it, they grin.


"That's another thing my roommate brought home one time. He actually managed to get it working, too, and it was basically just a pile of metal when he found it. I've been using it to write stories for a while. It's just kind of fun pretending I'm a writer from the fifties or something—and also it makes it way harder to edit stuff, so I actually have to write instead of going back and changing the same five words a million times."


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