#Zoran Delacroix

[perfectlywingeddragon]

Lonely Little Witch (Open Starter)

Zoran stood at the edge of the bustling farmer's market, her dark hood pulled low over her face to shield her from the prying eyes of the crowd. The scent of fresh herbs, ripe fruits, and baked bread mixed in the air, but it was the vibrant chaos of it all that made her heart ache. She had long since stopped hoping for connection. After all, witches like her were meant to remain hidden in the shadows, their lives solitary and distant from the warmth of normal folk.

Her basket, a simple woven thing, rested against her side, holding only a few bundles of dried lavender and a jar of honey she had crafted herself. It was enough to trade, though the thought of speaking to anyone made her skin prickle with discomfort.

Zoran sighed, her fingers tracing the runes etched into the handle of her basket, her mind drifting to the life she’d left behind, far from the noisy market. She never imagined she'd return to such a place, too many eyes, too many smiles, and too many chances for someone to notice her too closely. Yet... her footsteps had led her here today, as if something or someone was calling her.

She adjusted her hood and stepped forward, her eyes scanning the crowd for someone, anything, that could offer a moment of respite from the loneliness she'd grown accustomed to.