One-shot book

Silent Witch

This isn't edited *screaming*

Monica lead the group to a small cottage. THe others looked wearily at it, they didn't know why their silent and grumpy healer was going here. They were just walking when the Tamer, Floppy, noticed Monica turning into a old forest path shrouded by trees and bushes. They all soon took noticed and followed her. Her black coat didn't get caught on any branches, as her and familiar walked the path with a sense of familiarity.

The house was small, only housing maybe a small family. There was garden next to the home, filled with herbs and crops. It was quiet it gave off a friendly feeling, but still they were ready for an attack.

Monica stopped to open the gate, pulling her hood down. Showing her mop of unruly dyed red hair and long faerie folk ears. A red jewel dangled from one ear, while gold hoops hung off both ears. Zoey, her dog familiar ran around her feet yipping excitedly, her tail wagged harshly as she practically danced among the grass past the gate.

They stood unsure if they were aloud to enter. Monica didn't turn back to them she just gestured them to follow her. As soon as they entered the rickety old wood gate, the door swung open. Reveling a tall women, short ginger hair curled to her ears with sharp gold and purple ears. Her tan skin was peppered with freckles, she wore a red skirt. A black shirt that showed her stomach. Her ears were covered in jewelry, gold bands clinking on her wrists.

"My Lovely Monica! Why has such a darling, silent, faerie come to my humble cottage!" She implored draping her arms around the faerie's neck. Her smile filled with a loving desire, she looked over the shorter girls head.

She cocked her head, "who do we have upon our home?" She waltzed around picking and pulling our clothes.

"Are they your traveling companions, my loving aphasic? Hm~ Here, Here" She continued to poke around us. She poked at Dark's, our stealth hunter, hood and scythe. Floppy's small dragon, cooing in awe at the creature. She took Jackie's sword from her sheath with a sly smile, looking at its gleam in the light. She poked at my frost amulet, her long nails clicking and tacking against the glass.

I was the first to speak up from our small group.

"What do you mean 'aphasic'?" I questioned, making her jerk back.

"How long have you been traveling with her?" She implored back.

"I asked fir-" "about a year Gypsy." Jackie interrupted . I glanced over to her, her eyes showed she didnt want to make the women crossed. The women hummed before bowing.