Rounx Yvette Rosebery, Witchcraft Practitioner, Est. 1882
The ocean seemed to reach towards the plump, petite figure squatting in its tidal pools. Rounx carefully plucked young, succulent seawééd strands from their anchors and placed it in a cane basket next to her. A gust of wind attempted to tug the battered felt witches hat from her head and the primrose and pink tartan scarf tied around it sailed out into the breeze and waved a merry greeting. When the basket was half full of edible ocean fruits Rounx straightened and climbed from the water before gathering her basket and setting off towards the dunes where a cottage lay, sleeping in the sand.
01.08.2015 - Thank you Trowa ;u;
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