into the woods

[spelleton]

There are stories told about who lives there, in the darkness of the woods that surround Subcon's various kingdoms, where even a brave knight would fear to tread. The desperate, the ghost-touched, the people who live on the edges.

And those who embrace that border between night and day, those who live and breathe magic; the witches. Those who offer strange magic and stranger things, but always for a price.

That's what everyone says, anyway. There must be some truth to it, surely?

Comments

[subconmodo]

"What's wrong with having an interest in the stars?" Avery asks with a shrug. "You know, some people think that they're a bunch of giant balls of flammable gas. I don't know if I believe it myself, but it's kind of neat if true!"

[spelleton]

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with it. The interest is unusual, certainly, but being someone with unusual interests is more entertaining, I think." He says, as someone with similarly odd interests, at least for a kingdom that lives and thrives in the sun.

"What an interesting theory. I wonder if you'll be able to prove it true, someday?" Anything is possible with magic, or research. Or a mix of the two.