Vaughn Davis (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} shebringscurses) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
The witch linked arms with the woman, who she presumed to be a young princess. The thick, tufted edge of her cloak was folded back across one thin shoulder. Exposing a dark line of her wizened body and the decrepit arm that curled against the young blonde's. Although her face remained cowled, what could be seen of her dress appeared to be a an unfortunate series of tawny rags.
"What is your name, my dear?" The witch croaked the question affectionately as she took one shaky step up the first stair. Her voice was a hardened rasp as she leaned on the support of the princess who was leading the way.