KlickWitch

It was mid morning deep in the forest. In a clearing, a young woman stands next to a small stack of rocks while holding a bundle of picked daisies. She was a pretty woman, but clearly didn't flaunt it. Her light brown tied back and neat, and her cream coloured skin splotched with dirt smudges. What exactly she wore could not be seen aside from a blue cloak that matched her eyes perfectly. This young woman continued to stand by the rocks, looking at them with solemn. This stack had been there for a while as green moss had started growing over it. There were a few other stacks of rocks in the same clearing. All of varying sizes and shapes. But it was clear these other stacks were much older as they had far more moss growing on them. But the young woman's attention stayed on the stack directly in front of her. She remained silent, holding the daisies. After a while, a man joined her in the clearing. He was older then the woman, likely in his middle ages. He was clearly not