Ash Grove meant so much to me. And I found myself in that moment choosing sides. And the side I found myself favoring was not, in fact, the witch. Witches were no bother to me, typically. Their magic less grand than they boasted. Moonwaters and bundles of plants were no business of mine. But this woman had a little something superfluous, didn’t she? A little touch of darkness she denied and a bit of ill-intent so heavily guarded. Interesting. This place was so fascinating, and fuck if next to nothing intrigued me anymore.
