[center][h1][color=cyan]Isolde Morden


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It took a while to get here, but Isolde made it.

Two days of walking down across the Morden mountain to get to the Dying Branch coven had paid off after all, the house was nearby, and Isolde was closing in. She could see a few other witches on the steps already, presumably for the ceremony she was just in time for. The sky was dark, and the most visible thing she could see walking towards them was the blue glow of something coming from a girl’s shoulder. A familiar, perhaps? She’d have plenty of time to get to know them, no doubt. The taps on the ground from her staff companies by her footsteps were the only noise one could hear in the quiet night. 

Isolde was chosen by elder witches, both from the Mordens and this coven, to become a proper witch, it was an honor from both to be given the right to come all this way and learn from one of the surrounding covens and expand her knowledge of magic. Isolde was quietly excited to be here, even if she seemed a little out of place. Shouldn’t she be looking for the elders to let them know she arrived? Well, time to make some friends. She approached the porch steps where two girls were talking, one with a book. [color=cyan]”Hello, is this where we’re supposed to meet?”[/color] Her voice was steady, and formal to the girls. Her staff at arm’s length, barely visible compared to the three of them in the moon’s light.

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