There was going to be a party. A harvest festival really, full of witches and farmers and traders and musicians- it was going to be a blast and even if she was a witch eater, Emelia had no desire to risk her chances at a part of all things. She wanted to go and have fun every once in a while, and the town didn’t have anything for another week. The city just outside of town however did, so that was where Emelia had gone. Cute dress and shoes, her purse, some spare gold- She was going to go out and have a good time.

The festival was in full swing, music ringing out and people laughing and dancing all around. She? She wanted a bit of a drink. Something warm to get her into that party spirit. As she got her drink, she turned, nearly bumping into someone. “Oh goodness. I’m sorry. Didn’t spill on you did I? Hate to stain or waste a good glass of wine.”