[color=bc8dbf][center][h1]Satilla Valen[/h1][/center][/color]

[center][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color] Just outside the wagon.
[color=bc8dbf]Interacting With:[/color] Sana & fire... FIRE![/center]

[color=bc8dbf] “I won’t hur…”[/color] Satilla was trying to comfort and explain to the woman on the ground, when what she feared most happened. The woman burst up in some kind of madness or panic and knocked her over. With a surprised and slightly painful cry, the witch found herself on the ground. Her already quite dirty white dress turned completely brown from all the mud, not to mention the rest of her body. She didn’t really like strangers and was pushing herself to deal with the sudden meeting with the caravan to this point, but this just pushed her a lil bit over the edge. 

 The witch looked at the mad woman with eyes filled with panic and fear for a brief moment, before everything went dark. She panicked and began backing in the darkness, unable to see anything.

 Suddenly she heard the song and saw the guiding light. Like a drowning person clinging to a piece of wood, she followed it with haste, almost jumping out of the cloud of darkness. As she was using the light as a guide, she found herself by Sana.” Thank you, miss!” The witch said with great gratitude in her voice. She was trying to get control of herself again, now that she was under the effect of the darkness and could see.

 And then another sudden thing happened. A person flew out the house/cottage thing and onto the muddy ground. The witch jolted in surprise, before she shook her head. She was about to go see if she should help him, when the man simply stood up and walked away. Satilla felt like she was a bad person for being glad she didn’t have to treat him. Not because of what he was, but because she simply was afraid to try to deal with anyone unfamiliar right now, because of the event with the crazy woman. Sats wanted to go and hide somewhere.

 She then decided it was best to help with the burning building, so she took off her soaked cape and rushed, starting to ‘hit’ the flames with it. She didn’t have the muscle strength to easily swing around the heavy buckets of water and in the muddy ground she would be slipping a lot if she tried. So she simply opted to extinguish what she can using the easiest method possible. With the dripping wet cape, she was attempting to choke the fires where she could. The mud and the rain helped to at least keep her cape from turning into a pile of ash.