[u][b]Daisy[/b][/u]

[b]"Good Evening, and welcome. You showed up just in time, the festivities are just about to begin. Oh, if I were to make a suggestion, you probably already smelled it, but a resident of our village here should already have made some of her famous apple pies, you should head over to her stand."[/b]

Daisy nodded, listening to their greeter's welcome. She was suddenly distracted as two figured slipped by the two of them. Looking aside to those that slipped them by her eyes followed not their backs but their fears as they sifted into the crowd and out of sight, at least from others. She was about to ask who those might of been but an older looking woman approached, merrily inquiring about her.

[b]"Ooooo, what do we have here? Oh oh oh, your a witch aren't you? I've never seen or felt magic like yours. It feels strange, but also strong. I use barrier magic, what's your magic called?"[/b]

Daisy looked down at her feet, trying not to let her gaze drift above to the fears attached to her.

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"My magic is... A form of summoning magic." She answered hesitantly, somewhat uncomfortable with her directness. She overlapped her hands in front of her, concealing each within the combined sleeves of both. This was largely to conceal the fact her hands were fidgeting a bit with discomfort. She took a step back, buying herself more personal space before looking up to the caster before her. She made a conscious effort not to let her eyes drift too far up lest she be caught staring above her without visible cause.

"If I may ask, are you a local?" She inquired, breaking the standing silence between them that was almost notable. She sounded composed but it was a mask. She was far less comfortable with this than the magician before her was, something she'd rather suffer for over letting the truth be known.