rp character oneshots

Misty and Tricky meeting and i cant think of a title

The witch, Misty, was walking through the town, cloak covering her face. Ever since a guard spotted her using magic without a license, she had to flee to the forest. She's been alone all her life, so she's never been able to freely walk the streets. She keeps her head down whenever she walks.. but something caught her eye.

A little kid, brunette and blue eyes, sitting off to the side of the pathway. The little kid was dirty, looked exhausted and looked about 12. Sitting all alone. Misty wasn't sure what to do but on an impulse, she went over to them. She kneeled down in front of them and said "Hey.. Are you okay?" The little kid looked up, a little bit scared by not being able to see her face. She pulled the hood down once she realized. "I'm not going to hurt you, don't worry. What are you doing alone?" She says. The little kid just shrugs. "What's your name?"
"Tricky.." they quietly say. "Do you have a family?" She asks, they shake their head. Misty looks at them from a moment, thinking to herself. "..Do you want to come home with me? I could get you food, clean you up, and you could stay there.. if you'd like." She says. Tricky finally sat up and really looked at Misty and hesitantly nodded. Misty stood up and held her hand out, Tricky takes her hand and pulled themself up. With Misty's open hand she pulls back up her hood and starts walking with Tricky. Tricky looks up at Misty "Why do you wear that?" they ask. "I'm not exactly allowed to be in town" Misty looks off to the side. "Why?" they ask again. "I'll tell you when we get home." She answers.

Home, she said, Tricky's never had a real home before. Will it really be a home? After being abandoned by their own family and never being appreciated like they should be.

Misty got food from the market, some people gave her weird looks for walking around with a little kid, wearing a cloak. She got some clothes from a stand, small enough to fit Tricky, seeing that none of Misty's clothes would fit them.
After shopping, they made their way into the forest.
After about 30 minutes of walking, they reach a small cottage, a garden off to the right side. They step inside and Tricky looks around. It's a tidy place, there's plants all over the place and steps leading upstairs.

"Here." Misty says, handing Tricky the clothes. "Upstairs, the first door on the left is the bathroom, take a bath and I'll make some food for you." She says, smiling. Tricky nods, looking at the stairs and then going up.
Misty watched as they went up, then sighs.
'What am I doing? I don't even know how to care for a child! I'm only 19!'
Misty thought to herself.
But she realized, nobody else would've helped this child. Everyone else would've left them to die.

She snaps out of her thoughts and moves over to the kitchen. She had picked vegetables from her garden earlier, and was going to make a salad. She got some cooked chicken from the market to add to it. She wasn't sure if Tricky would like it but they needed to eat something. She fills up two bowls, one for herself and one for Tricky. She waits at the table for Tricky to come back downstairs.

About 30 more minutes later, they came downstairs. Much cleaner and in new clothes. "Here's some food for you, after that you can sleep in my room tonight, I'm sure you're tired." Misty says. "Where will you sleep?" Tricky sits down. "I'll be fine on the couch for a bit. There's another room but I'll have to move some stuff around in order for it to be a bedroom for you." She explains. "Why aren't you allowed in town? Sorry.." They start to eat their food. "You don't need to apoligize. I do magic, and were allowed to use it, but only if we have a license. I was never able to get one because its incredibly hard to. Ive known magic for most of my life." Misty says, picking at her food. "Oh.. How is it hard?" Tricky asks. "They only give you the license if they believe you will use it for good. I dont know why they choose whether or not you get it based on first impressions." She rolls her eyes.

They continue to converse about things, up until they both finish their bowls of salad. Misty leads Tricky upstairs to her bedroom.
"Make yourself comfortable. If you need anything, i'll just be downstairs, just wake me up." Misty says, with a smile. Tricky returns the smile "Thank you, for taking me in" they say. Misty nods and quietly closes the door.

Five years later, Tricky is 17. Learning magic from Misty. They're slowly getting smarter and smarter with magic over time. Mistys the closest thing to a mother for Tricky, they've never had anything. Misty never saw herself to have someone they could call her child, but she's glad she picked them up when she did. Theyre eachothers homes.