Brusenna, or Senna as she preferred to go by was hurrying through the forest, singing softly. As her voice floated quietly through the still air, the plants and branches blocking her way parted before her like water around a rock, closing in once more after she had passed. Her fire red hair was slightly pale in the moonlight shining down on her and her bright blue eyes seemed to glow as she hurried towards the place she had been staying. The young witch had a basket over one arm filled with the herbs she had been out to gather.