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

Rana doesn't say anything for a few moments, staring through the sunny window.


"Yeah…of course, they do," she answers in the end. "If you're going to get up in front of the town and say you're representing them, you have to be ready for all kinds of stuff. But I guess what I'm talking about is a different kind of bravery. Not just facing people and telling them things they might not like, but—taking some kind of risk. Making a big change. I don't know; maybe coward isn't the right word, because I get why anybody would be afraid of that. But…maybe Dina just doesn't want to change things as much as I thought."


Rana clears her throat—and though her expression is still a little conflicted, you get the sense that she's just settled something in her mind.


"I will go meet her; I said I would, and I don't want to go back on that," she says after a pause. "But…I'm not just going to talk to her leave it at that. I'm taking a break from this kind of stuff for now, and I'm going off to college pretty soon—but I want to try to make sure our campaign group keeps going here. These developments are bad enough, but now they're starting there could be even more coming. I don't know if the Town Council thinks it's over, but it isn't as far as I'm concerned."


With that she gets to her feet, and with one last glance at her phone, she manages a smile before she heads for the door.


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