Siren Cove has been quiet for some time now. Since the great power and disturbance of the cave, the winds have been relatively tranquil. Nothing of great significance or great power, and ever approaching the humans' time of festivities, she has entered a sort of hibernation typical of Winter creatures. She spends her days toiling over the most complex of potions - some of which require the newly decayed fallen fauna of winter, others merely necessitate the time to spend days of focus on nothing but the swirling concoction and subtly brewing powers - and studying thick and dusty tomes.
But that all changed a few days before. It was her ravens who first brought to Nerium the crackling energy carried in the wind, sign of a new power - one that is far less restrained than most here. Nerium summons a new vision orb, and it takes only a matter of moments and a few locator spells to find Auryn within it. She keeps a close eye on him in the days following, particularly amused as she hears hints of 'Grimhilde' upon his lips.
It takes only a matter of days for him to venture into her woods, but she is unwilling to simply let him come to her. If his interest lies in powers, in great witches, let him demonstrate his own.
She summons her ravens to keep watch of him, to lead him in the right direction. When he arrives on the lands on the manor, if he finds it in the maze of trails, he will need cross a thicket of brambles and thorns, high as the manor itself and enchanted to fight back. She is particularly proud of the spell as they grow and twist before her. It was a favorite of her great great great grandmother's and she has no doubt its power. If he makes it through, perhaps then she will be willing to speak.
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But that all changed a few days before. It was her ravens who first brought to Nerium the crackling energy carried in the wind, sign of a new power - one that is far less restrained than most here. Nerium summons a new vision orb, and it takes only a matter of moments and a few locator spells to find Auryn within it. She keeps a close eye on him in the days following, particularly amused as she hears hints of 'Grimhilde' upon his lips.
It takes only a matter of days for him to venture into her woods, but she is unwilling to simply let him come to her. If his interest lies in powers, in great witches, let him demonstrate his own.
She summons her ravens to keep watch of him, to lead him in the right direction. When he arrives on the lands on the manor, if he finds it in the maze of trails, he will need cross a thicket of brambles and thorns, high as the manor itself and enchanted to fight back. She is particularly proud of the spell as they grow and twist before her. It was a favorite of her great great great grandmother's and she has no doubt its power. If he makes it through, perhaps then she will be willing to speak.