[b]Sylvia - Witch[/b]

Sylvia's hands trembled as she tended the fire in the small hovel she now called home. It had been even more cold and miserable than usual the last couple of days; their new hiding spot was...undesirable. And Sylvia, of course, being one of the newest of the bunch, was not rewarded with any of the luxuries afforded to the Shade's favorites. She slept on a mat of straw and fabric scraps, wrapping herself in he mother's deep green cloak for warmth. Of course, it could have been worse; her small fire gave a cozy glow to the room, and a stack of books sat on the ground next to it. 

Sighing, Sylvia tucked her dress behind her and sat down heavily. She had just begun to contemplate opening a book when she felt something run up her spine. An icy finger pushed her long hair aside, a whisper filling her ear; it was barely audible, but the Shade was good at making himself known. She shivered. Pulling up her hood, she stood and opened the door. The freezing cold air hit her like a slap across the face; she ignored it, pulling her cloak more tightly around her and beginning her trek down the steep path to the camp.