Apple Blossom19
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House
As you enter her house, you notice many weird things. Strange glass jars containing plants and animal parts floating in a yellow liquid line a shelf to one side while many plants and herbs are in bundles hanging from the ceiling. Her house is so much larger inside than it appeared from the outside. The walls are actual walls, not just animal hide. The ceiling, or what you can see of it, appears to be made of wooden boards. There is a small beaten couch that is covered in hand stitched pillows and woven blankets. A deep red and brown rug covers the floor, its design mimics that of the stylized symbols you saw in the tattoos and carvings outside. The scent you smelled outside is stronger here and you can almost taste the sweetness that you smell. The old hybrid Mage cackles.
"Have a seat for a second, I’ll go and get the kitchen ready for cooking!" And she leaves the room through an entry way that is covered only by a curtain of beads and bone strung along a thin strand.
As you enter her house, you notice many weird things. Strange glass jars containing plants and animal parts floating in a yellow liquid line a shelf to one side while many plants and herbs are in bundles hanging from the ceiling. Her house is so much larger inside than it appeared from the outside. The walls are actual walls, not just animal hide. The ceiling, or what you can see of it, appears to be made of wooden boards. There is a small beaten couch that is covered in hand stitched pillows and woven blankets. A deep red and brown rug covers the floor, its design mimics that of the stylized symbols you saw in the tattoos and carvings outside. The scent you smelled outside is stronger here and you can almost taste the sweetness that you smell. The old hybrid Mage cackles.
"Have a seat for a second, I’ll go and get the kitchen ready for cooking!" And she leaves the room through an entry way that is covered only by a curtain of beads and bone strung along a thin strand.
Malta chooses to sit politely
Malta slunk along behind the Hybrid mage, almost relieved after her harrowing village journey to find herself indoors – or at least, in a shelter. She sniffed the air, easily detecting the baking smell, as well as other more acrid magical and residual scents. It was too decorated, too powerful, too alien for Malta to be comfortable. And yet, it was so much like her family's lair at home that she felt, also, an odd sense of comfort. She did not like how those impressions interacted, and she shifted from paw to paw uneasily, awaiting their fate...
