Since she had woken up now, she needed to do some cleaning.
The cleaning she had been dreading.
During the past months, pixie dust, fallen leaves, sand, spiderwebs, crushed skeletons of small animals, pieces of frogs, bats and all sorts of other things, piled up in the corners of this tiny room.
The room, as small and dusty as it was, was well lit, and cozy.
An old couch, with a wooly scarf draped over it, was sitting in the middle of the room.
In front of it, there was a tiny table with shiny crystals.
It was crammed with half finished tea cups, halves of biscuits and little bits and pieces of fabric.
Sigrid went up to a mirror, almost entirely covered in poison ivy.
With her gloved hands, she pushed them aside.
In the mirror, a creature almost fully covered in blond hair stared back at her with its black bug eyes.
She took a hair tie and started braiding her hair.
Slowly, the creature was starting to look more and more like a girl.
Her face tattoos started becoming apparent.
One represented a vine, going up to her left temple and crawling down her neck.
One represented an open eye, in the middle of her forehead.
She also had a line going from her bottom lip to her chin, and one across the bridge of her nose.
After her hair was finally braided, she looked around for clothes.
At first sight, you'd think Sigrid is a fairy, or even an angel.
But when looking closely, it's very clear she isn't.
Her beauty was frightening.
Her tattoos intimidating.
And her aura.... Oh her aura.
You could *feel* dark magic emanating from her.
Sigrid, as kind and sweet as she was, had a dark past.
After having made a deal with the devil, she forced herself to be a hermit.
So she exiled herself into this tiny cabin in the woods.
She made into a home.
Filled it with memories and remainders of her past life.
The flowers reminded her of her past life.
She used to sell flowers at the market in the small town she lived in.
Everyone loved her.
Her home smelled like flowers and fresh bread.
Now it smells like dust and dark magic.
No matter how hard she tried, the smell of that horrifying magic stayed.
Lingering.
Clinging onto her.
Onto her clothes.
She sighed and closed her eyes.
No, today wasn't the day to think about this.
She looked outside.
The usual view of the mountain.
Nothing particular.
She got up and went up to the window.
