this is Salem, a land filled with magic and maladies. It is a place where witches and their elemental familiars gather, a home to legend and
lore that predates time itself. Yet of all the wicked and wonderful stories the past can tell us of, the most magical are the ones yet to happen.
This is Salem - this is the start of your very own journey. Welcome to starfall
Starfall is an animaga witch roleplay set in mostly modern times. Members play as witches in a world plagued by monsters, where the only safe spots are walled cities. Starfall strives to be a character-driven roleplay with expansive lore and a highly interactive plotline. We want to allow members to
create and look back on a magical journey, and mold the site and its plot as their characters grow.
Post by heath ambroise on Feb 23, 2020 6:57:02 GMT
“It’s useful for work in the field or getting lost in the wild.” Heath offered. A good skill to have more often than not. In the city, he just ambled over to a café for food or ate whatever people brought to the office kitchen. You know, like a forager. “Maybe this can be your kick start.” Heath offered. He wasn’t particularly confident in his teaching abilities. He’d mentored one person before but that had been more in his elemental techniques than anything else. And besides this conversation was already proving a point in he didn’t know how to explain things very well. “Naw, but the little bit we got is pretty relaxing.” Heath replied. He’d be a far bigger mess if he couldn’t tend to his collection of succulents and hanging plants every morning. It was part of his routine, and a routine helped him sleep good hours. It fought the insomnia just a bit. That and that knock out tea he’d gotten a bit of from Taylan. “Yeh, I’m not cook or alchemist unfortunately.” Heath continued with a snort.
He refrained from petting Bessie as she ambled her way next to him. She was incredibly relaxing, and he couldn’t feel but thing that she deserved a few flowers in her hair. “Here.” He murmured taking off his own crown of flowers and carefully depositing it onto her head. “It suits you more.” He explained, softly before looking back at the plantshapers and then at Bello. “Squeeze it.” Heath encouraged as he scooped one out of a mason jar fill with water. He felt a little refreshed as he touched it. “I think this one here’s cast with a healing aura.” He said as he dropped the marimo in Bello’s hands. “It’s a ball made of algae. A marimo. Sometimes you can imbue it with healing magic, or a magic that amplifies your own.” He said as he wiped his hand on his pants. “I can’t make ‘em myself yet but I know a bit from a refresher today.”
He nods. Heath is easy enough for him to talk to. Perhaps it was the flower's perfume that was loosening Bello's jaw. Normally he was a man of few words. It was pleasant to talk to someone who knew anything about nature, especially a plant shaper. "Maybe. Most of family is real focused on magic for practical purposes. No magic for its own sake. My grandma though could do a lot with it. Wouldn't mind getting like her." He's wistful. "How long you been at it?" Bello asks Heath. Though he knew time spent and a witch's skill were not always interchangeable. He laughs. "Well, maybe you could take it up one day." While the reporter seemed older than him, he didn't seem old. Bello figured there was plenty of time for him to put his herbs to use, if he should so choose.
Bello glanced over at Bessie just in time to see her take the crown. He laughs impossibly hard and throws himself off balance. Placing one hand on his knee, and the other on the ground, Bello assumes a kind of tripod position to hold himself secure. "Oh, Bessie got to ya huh?" She was amicable and sweet. It was hard not to fall for such a pretty face. "Might as well braid her hair too while yer at it. She likes that." She grunts in response, swishing her tail in irritation. Oh Bello, can you hush please! Bessie knew he meant nothing by this, but not every witch would take his humor the same. Besides, even without a mirror, she knew the flower crown was truly elevating her aesthetic. It was nestled safely in between her horns. It felt nice to be a part of things. Bessie pressed her nose in Heath's direction, in an attempt at a 'Thank you.'
After a few quick clears of the throat, Bello is back to business. A mirthful glow still lingers about his expression. Watching Heath with the moss ball was almost unbearable. Even as he dropped the ball into Bello's outstretched palm, he was moving too slow. "Ehm, right. Thank you." He gives the marimo a squeeze, gently. It is hard to resist the urge to crush it entirely in his hands. "Yer gonna learn to make these? Maybe when you do, you wouldn't mind making one for me?" He says tentatively, giving Heath a look out the corner of his eyes. Bello settles fully on the ground, sitting with crossed legs. It is easier for him to focus this way. He rolls the marimo from one palm to another and then back again. Holding it did relax him. Bello wasn't sure if it was the healing aura Heath had mentioned or just it's natural charm. "Not sure if you wanna take this down for yer notes or whatever ... but I was wrong. This is easily the best part of the day." He smiles, all teeth.
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“Thought you loved kids, Charani.” Aiden teased as he threw the blanket over his shoulder and shoved cushions under his arm pit. One slipped out of his hands as he stood up too quickly, a frown tugging at his expression. The phrase, ‘Nothing’s wrong!’ formed in his head but his jaw was clenched shut, rejecting the suggestion of blurting out the obvious lie. “I’m not- that is-” he mumbled as he picked up the cushion and stuffed it under his arm with the other one. “I don’t…want it to be weird, but I-…I don’t want you to think I’m trying to ignore what happened either.” He sure as hell had tried to ignore it the first few weeks and that’s when the nightmares had started plaguing him. Thoughts of Charani had pestered him in one form or another, so really there hadn’t been any feasible way to ignore it. You know, other than grinding his fingers to the bone by doubling his workload in everything. [break][break]
It hadn’t been the healthiest of solutions. “Sorry, if it feels like I’m rushing things.” If anything, he had been trying to slow them down. He didn’t think Charani would want something he hadn’t put serious thought into, whatever his answer might be. Then again, perhaps the seer thought he had given him answer enough. Whatever the case, Aiden wanted to stop framing every interaction they had under a lens of guilt and trying to get back to whatever their normal was seemed like a good way to do it. Dark thoughts stop mid swirl inside his head as Aiden looked back at his friend. There’s a pause before he managed to snicker at his friend. “I guess I’ve always been more of a truther.” He replied with a nod. "I'm not lying when I say it's good to see you." [break][break]
The redhead nodded over in the direction. ‘It’s lakeside. We left grandpa fishing with McKenna.’ He said before taking the lead but letting Charani be able to fall in step with him. After a moment, he glanced back at his friend, tilting his head at him. ‘I’m surprised Gran didn’t invite you from the start.’ That was very much something she would do after all. Regardless, he knew she had planned to share food with how much she packed.
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“I know. But it’s just how it is and we just have to be okay with that. Things will work out how they are meant too.” There nothing said after for a brief moment. Even the lingering idea that maybe things wouldn’t work out and they’d have to deal with that. After all he had confessed his love for the boy and gotten rejected. Most friendships would not survive this.
“You just need to be yourself and till all work itself out. Or... Well not to much of yourself right away. Can’t fall in love with you again can I or we will be back to square one” The brown haired boy laughed, acting like those feeling were mostly dealt with. That was obviously not true. That wasn’t how love worked. He just had to allow those feelings to flow away like leaves on a stream. Acknowledged and then let go.
”I’m glad.” They got to spend time together, that was enough. How long would it be good enough for? He didn’t know. Forever he hoped. That’s what he thought last time though and see how that worked out.
“Okay. Bold of you to assume she didn’t invite me.” He was right she probably had invited the young man to join them. Which is also probably how she found him amongst the sea of people. No doubt since she knew this is what he was doing since he’d denied her invite.
The walk wouldn’t be long. Maybe a minute or so from their position. They were known to dawdle though and no doubt the girls and his grandparents were not waiting for them expecting them to have... alone time. Or something like that to do just this... talk. Well the girls probably had other ideas namelu they were off kissing but they were young.
Post by heath ambroise on Feb 23, 2020 8:04:30 GMT
“Plantshaping is pretty versatile. I think that’s why it’s held on so long back home.” He returned, nodding gently at the mention of his grandmother. He was a little surprised she didn’t teach his family more, or maybe they didn’t care to learn things that weren’t ways to make farming more efficient. It’s a shame, but he can’t fault their practicality. “Uhh, since Sinclair manifested….so…thirteen years? I didn’t really start improving a lot until I got my witch license which was about eight-ish years ago.” Heath explained dipping his head sheepishly. “Ah, yeah. I’d cut down on my food spending if I learned to cook.” He’d wanted to learn alchemy in the past but now that he was trying to do a more honest job, it was better to stay away.
“I just thought she’d like getting into the spirit of things.” Heath returned thought he is slightly put off by the burst of laughter. Pink tinges his cheeks. Yeah, he thought a cow looked cute what of it? Then again, Sinclair is also very quick to laugh at him at any given time so what else was new? “I can’t lie I considered it, but I didn’t want to be rude.” Heath added, half tempted to push the overgrown brat on his side as he calmed down. His leg shifted, as he considered it before suppressing the urge. Naw, he didn’t know him that well and he didn’t want to start a fight as a reporter of the Sundial Times. He’s distracted by Bessie and he gave her a careful pat on the nose in acknowledgement.
“Yeah I like them, just haven’t figured out where to put one.” He didn’t want to keep them in jars as he thought the best part about marimo was watching them roll from one side to another. “Sure. Everyone needs a friend.” He said as he shoved his hand in the jar to fish out another one for himself. He figured Bello might have been more interested in something advanced, but he wasn’t about to spoil his fun if this was enough. He took his turn squeezing the little ball and looking it over. Maybe he could collect a bit of algae and coax it into a ball himself. Maybe his florist friend would know. He was also a plantshaper after all. “Yeah?” Heath returned, managing a small grin of his own. “How bad you want one, kid?” he asked as he dropped the marimo from one hand to another watching it bounce between his palms.
"Yah. Yah." He says occasionally throughout Heath's talking, to indicate he's listening. Though it could of just as easily come across as interrupting. "No real time frame for uh learning and improvin. More important things in the world than magic." Bello remarks, while many chose to spend their life in its grasp it was more than possible to live without it. There were still trades to learn and books to read. He laughs. "Oh yah, eating is expensive out here." Growing up he was spoiled in some ways. Hot, home cooked meals on a regular basis. While Bello did contribute to the process, most of the cooking was not done by him. Now that he was entirely responsible for feeding himself, he had to admit, it sucked.
Bello does not look up from the moss ball in his hands. "Well the thing is about Bessie, and no offense Bessie, she's a whore." He says nonchalantly. Since she arrived in her life, it was apparent, that Bessie held the social skills. While Bello was capable of manners all they did was place a small veil over his true nature. He was a real jerk, through and through. The majority of his softness was saved for watering plants and petting puppies. If he possessed any semblance of self awareness, Bello would realize that maybe the Valley did fail him in this way. Having spent the majority of his life among family blinded Bello. He had no idea the kind of impression he made on others and cared even less. "Trust me. If you wanna braid her hair, kiss her ear, what have you ... go on ahead." Delicately, he extends his index finger. Stroking the marimo as if it would fall apart with even a fraction more of force.
Bessie leaves Heath's side to return to her witch. Watching her lower her large frame to the ground is comical and concerning. Strange how so many large animals managed to have such skinny little legs. It was the curse of being hooved. She lays behind Bello, placing her head right next to his leg.
He glances over at the second moss ball. Bello resists the urge to take it out of Heath's hands. Two is better than one after all. They were lush green and cool to the touch. He wondered to himself how practical it would be to travel with one. "How bad? What I gotta do something for it?" Once more, Bello is looking at Heath from the corner of his eye. Convincing him to turn his head in the other's direction seemed just too much. "I dunno, the asking rate." He says. For a moment Bello is quiet. Then he turns to squint at the other man. He wasn't sure if Heath was joking or not. Turning his attention back to the real matters at hand, he's shocked to find his palms bare. "Hey!-"
In between two rows of teeth, and cow lips, is his marimo. Before Bello can even go to take it out of Bessie's mouth, she swallows it. One indignant grunt is sounded. That's for calling me a whore, gosh dog it. I'm nothing but nice to you. As if nothing had happened, she settles her head back onto the earth. "Hey, Heath buddy ... you mind if I can see that there?" Bello smiles sheepishly, pointing at the marimo he'd just pulled out for himself.
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Charani’s words do not soothe him. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. He felt a sort of conviction flare up again. That things would work out. That it was meant to one day ne ok. It had to be. He’d never forgive himself if they weren’t, especially when this all come form his own actions. His meddling, his pressure. In retrospect, one could even call it willful ignorance. He’d asked those questions expecting a specific answer after all. He’d do his best. After all this was one person he didn’t want to lose, and maybe that was selfish, but it was how he felt. He just needed to fall back into that groove, that comfort. Somehow. [break][break]
“Uh, I guess I could try being a little shittier?” Aiden offered up with a snort. He felt his arm pits heat up as he tried to act casual. He stared at his feet hearing everything weird and awkward being voiced out loud. His best friend had fallen in love with him. ‘And how does that make you feel?’ he could hear McKenna whisper into his inner psyche, voice soft like a breeze. He’s quiet, only offering a shrug afterwards. “At least, if we end up as square one again, I won’t run off again.” He had promised after all. No more running. [break][break]
He managed a smile, grateful they at least still had this. Whatever this was or would be. Gran seemed to think it would be something good. He wanted to share in that hope. As they walked a bit, he let the mood settle. Even if it was weird or awkward or even downright a little sad in the right light, he could be happy in knowing he was allowed to stick around. He slowed down as his sandal slide too far back and he took a moment to fix it. ‘I’m more surprised she didn’t drag you out here herself.’ Grandma Rosario was not one to take no lightly. ‘Happy Spring.’ He added as he gestured over at his grandparents. The old couple was already serving the two little girls, with McKenna sitting idly, watching her witch as he moved ever closer.
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“Maybe dress a little nicer? Something out of character for you.” There was the friendly jibbing that he didn’t get to do. It was nice. Welcome. Despite the fact he had complimented the boy earlier on his outfit. It wasn’t the outfit really which was... well worn... it was the aesthetic. Boy next door cute vibe.
“Oh then I’ll have to run. It’s be so embarrassing to have to go through that twice. Especially with the same person. Maybe live in a nice lake house with some dogs. A no boys allowed sign on my window.” The brown haired boy smiled at the thought. Yeah that wasn’t going to be a thing. He was much to much of a romantic to let that end up being how he spent the rest of his life.
They got to the group not long after. Some adjustment of the boy with his footwear along the way was the only real interruption for this pretty day. They had already started serving the food by this time as expected.
“I’m sure she gave up easily to hide her ambush for today. Suspicious how easily she found me isn’t it.” He was partially joking of course. Though you never know, “It looks delicious as always.” He hummed as he set the basket down and made to sit. Of course the group moved to allow the two boys sit together. Of course they did.
Post by heath ambroise on Feb 23, 2020 9:11:51 GMT
“Guess you’re right.” Heath concurred. He refrained from mentioning most of his interest in magic was more of a defensive nature. You had to be able to hold your own when you started digging into more serious news articles. Breaking and entering was illegal after all, especially when it was a run-down warehouse with alleged gang activity, but you know. He should set aside some time to teach himself how to cook. “Damn right. Money either flows out of my wallet to rent, or food nothing else.” If he wanted new plants at this point, he had to go out and collect them himself which was a big inconvenience but not impossible.
Heath looked back over at the younger witch, blinking twice before replying, “You’re a whore?” Familiars and witches often share a lot between each other. “Most people just say escort and hand me a calling card.” He looked at Bessie who didn’t seem fazed by it. Poor girl. Its such a shock listening to Bello talk while so very gently petting the marimo. He almost smacked it out of his hand for being so rude. Vaguely, he remembered why he preferred dating older men to begin with. Thank you for your service Bello. Truly, keeping him on the right path.
He stared at Bello before movement calls his eyes to look at Bessie, and as she makes her move he does his best to keep Bello’s attention. “Alright.” He said simply. It’d be good karma to let him have one, even if he had just called his own familiar a whore. He hadn’t thought too far ahead in Bessie’s possible plan but as he watched her swallow, a sharp laugh rips from his throat. He’s still laughing as Bello turns to him. Without hesitating, Heath tossed the marimo as the witch’s face hoping it pegged him between the eyes. “Knock yerself out.”
Either reporting was not a well earning job or Heath also lacked the skills to budget. While this existence is unfortunate for Heath, Bello is pleased with this information. Solely to show Bessie that look, Heath's life is not perfect. Bello does not want for money even if she considers his work far too "grisly".
Bello is seemingly ignorant to Heath's distaste for his words. Bello is sweet to Bessie, even if its not always apparent in the public. Had Bello realized Heath was displeased with him, he may have made an effort to defend his character. Sure his familiar was notoriously irritated with him but he never meant Bessie any harm. He is not sure how to understand his response or if its directed at him or Bessie. Squinting in slight confusion, he responds. "Huh. Different strokes." Unsure if his words actually count as a response to Heath's comments.
He joins the cacophony of Heath's laughter. Bello was admittedly still a little miffed about the marimo. What a sweet thing, meeting an unfortunate and untimely in end in one of Bessie's four stomachs. Still, he could not be that sad as Heath tosses him the other one. The soft algae does not lend itself to aerodynamics. It seems to float across the air. It lands soft inb etween his eyes. There is a small wet spot left behind, as it rolls down his face. Bello scoops it up. In his palms once more, is a beautiful ball of green. He coos at it. "Aw thanks Heath. I love it." Surprisingly, there is no sarcasm in his comment.
Turning his head to the side, Bello looks down at Bessie. "Oh, you know I love you Bess." He pats her head, leans down (careful to avoid her horns) and kisses her forehead. Leaning down even lower, Bello stops with his mouth mere inches away from her ear. "You look real nice with those flowers." His compliment is late and unnecessarily secretive. Turning his attention back to Heath, he has seemingly had enough of the marimo and ready to turn his attention to something else. Tossing it back at the pinkette, he asks, "Seriously, would ya make me one?" Seemingly forgetting that Heath was yet to possess this capability.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Feb 23, 2020 15:37:56 GMT
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he frowns down at the letter in his hands, still not quite certain exactly why he has even considered responding to the invitation. what on earth does kasparian want from him that belongs out in a flower field and not on a mission or training ground? even given that the boy seems to view him in a much friendlier light then the opposite way around, this is... a bit much.[break][break]
a thought: perhaps the boy had sent it to the wrong sibling? his frown deepens at the thought.[break][break]
that cements his decision to go, really. he had already been leaning towards it, mostly for kirjava's curiosity and amusement ( and the flowers - for all that his life is blood and darkness and fire-forged steel, kasimir loves nature with the same burning love as he does the sun ), but if kasparian thinks he is free to make advances on saskia, then he must be dissuaded. [break][break]
and this is how he finds himself out among the springtime fields, sun setting his crimson hair ablaze, eyes scanning the hills for that distinctive face. and finds him, suitably festive with a crown of blossoms strung around his brow. kasimir strides up to him, expression giving absolutely nothing away. "hello, kasparian," he says pleasantly. he holds up the letter that was delivered to him. "thank you for the invite. though i am curious: was there a reason, or something you wanted from me? ...or perhaps, was it delivered to the wrong person." his eyes sharpen at that last sentence, greener than verdelite and sharp as glass.
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suddenly, there is a commotion breaking the peaceful day. a man comes running over to the largest group of witches, face red and eyes frantic. "help!" he shouts, voice breaking with desperation and fear. "please, help me! i can't find my daughter anywhere, it's like she vanished!"[break][break]
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you are free to ignore the man and continue on with your day if you wish! simply tag #ignore in the comments of your post. or alternatively, create a seperate social thread within the idunn's garden subboard with [e] in the title. posting 6 times in the social thread before the end of this event will give you bonus rewards.[break][break]
if you want to participate in the situation though, please tag #participate in the comments of your post. you may interact with the NPC if you wish. this thread is NOT death enabled, though there might be the potential for injury - this may change in the future. you do not have to have posted in the previous round to post in this round. there will be another update on 29th feb aest, though the NPC may respond before that.[break][break]
for both #ignore and #participate, you can still change your mind in future rounds unless specifically stated otherwise.
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Corvus looked up quickly surprise, not quite understanding why Kasimir was her. Its evident in the way he blinked quickly and tilted his head to the side, similar to many of the dogs he helped take care of at the shelter. He’s quick to perk up with a smile though, happy to see the redhead until it faltered as he spotted the handwritten invitation he’d sent Saskia a while back. Ah, fuck. “Ah, it’s good to see you of course but…” he began looking down sheepishly at his handiwork. He liked Kasimir, but it just wasn’t exactly the right redhead. Besides, Kasimir was a good mentor, and he really appreciated his advice, but he couldn’t really call him a friend. He didn’t know the man that well. “Yeah I think they made a mistake in the delivery.” He said with a small laugh. [break][break]
It’s obvious he’s disappointed, but as per usual he took it in stride and stood up to greet his coven mate. “How’ve you been? Enjoying today alright?” he asked, as he offered the man the finished piece in his hands. A very simple flower crown made form the local blooms. “I managed to get a good nap near the lake. I saw some picnics so I kind of regret not bringing myself a snack or two you know?” he added, very easily drifting off into conversation. [break][break]
And then the shouting erupted and Corvus is visibly shook, tensing up as he turned his head to find the source. An upset father trying to locate his kid. Before Corvus can even ask his companion if they should help, Philippe manifests, ripping himself out into the sky in a distant show of flame and feather, already setting off to begin surveillance of the area. “Ah- we…we should ask what she looks like first!” he stuttered out, eyes on the sky before looking back at Kasimir. “Right?” [break][break]
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Aiden held back a laugh before mulling it over. You know, Rosario could be very cunning. In fact, his grandparents were both sneaky when they wanted to me. After all, they had cunning in the name. He set down his friend’s belongings taking a seat next to him, as it was the only space really left available. His grandparents had already began chatting happily about their day and the food. McKenna had seated herself by Charani’s little sister, eyeing the girls curiously. ‘I…wouldn’t be surprised. You’re practically part of the family.’ Aiden returned as he quietly pulled out a blueberry muffin towards himself as well as his packed lunch. He opened it up with care before setting it aside for Charani and the girls if they wanted part of a sandwich. “Go ahead and eat up. Gods know, Aiden already had his fill during breakfast.” Macintosh said with a laugh as Aiden paused mid gobble of his pastry. “S’good!” he whined. [break][break]
They went about their meal and snacks with ease until the shouts broke the peaceful air of the day. Aiden’s head whipped around towards the man as he screamed about his missing daughter only to pointedly look at Charani’s sister and her friend. Though, the girl seemed to be just as confused as everyone else. McKenna was already up and by his side as he set down his snack. He looked at his grandparents and then at Charani apologetically. “I’m gonna lend a hand. Shouldn’t take too long, right?” he asked as he gestured at Charani. “You coming, or would you rather stay with your sister?” he added, his eyes already glowing his mana as he began casting a spell. Hopefully this was just, you know, a missing child who had just wandered off and would be located very shortly. He just wanted to rule out the possibility of magic. The redhead dusted crumbs off himself before he turned glowing eyes to their surroundings beginning to pick apart the traces of magic in the area.
Post by heath ambroise on Feb 24, 2020 1:18:40 GMT
It’s beginning to become apparently that despite his stocky statue and general appearance, Bello is an easily pleased, overgrown kid. It’s kind of funny, and kind of irritating at the same time. But he’s not one to step to deeply into witch, and familiar spats having had many of his own quite frequently. He nodded at him, letting him have his fun with the marimo and looking over at the other plantshapers before shrugging at them.
He turned back to Bello catching the little marimo and giving it a gentle squeeze. Water dripped out of his palm as he did. “Sure, you wanna keep one of these until I do?” He hadn’t been the only one to notice how taken he’d been with the little moss balls. “A real fat one, just put it in a jar.” He added letting the ball he had plunk into the jar he’d pulled it from. He looked around for a fatter one to hand to him. He doubted the people would mind too much. If they did, he could just pass them a bit of coin to shut them up. “You live in Sundial right?” he added. “You can find me at the Jester’s Den branch of the coven out there.” He explained. The shouting of the man interrupts their leisurely experience and he turns to attention if only because, well, it’s a news story in progress.
Heath isn’t one to jump up yet though waiting to see if the girl appeared. She could have just wandered off. Even so, his eyes are peeled in wait. “That’s unfortunate, but it is pretty crowded today.” He said to the witch next to him.