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

Your voice is heavy as you give Marlowe your answer. As you speak, you see their face begin to fall—but at the same time, they look at you with understanding in their eyes. There's no doubt how difficult this is for both of you, but now that you're saying it aloud, it seems to make sense.


Once you've finished, Marlowe takes a deep breath—and gives you a nod.


"Thanks for telling me, Huknock. I mean…well, obviously it's—it's difficult," they say, swallowing quickly. "But I understand; I really do. And—it's up to you, because I know it might be too hard, or too weird—but if you still want to be friends, then so do I. I mean, I always thought of us as still being friends, of course, when we were together—so if that's okay with you, then I'd like that too."


You think to yourself for a few moments, hearing nothing but Marlowe's soft breathing. Then—bringing your gaze up to meet their at last—you tell them:


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