On the Wind

In nearly 500 years, I have never seen a point to straying outside the bounds of the forest and the protection offered to us, fairies and witches alike, by the King, but the winds of the wood can be fickle, sometimes conniving, in the advice that they carry on their breezes. They sang to me as Spring's Evening dawned, calling me out beyond the boundaries of magic and history that holds us all so tightly within the leaves and branches of the wood. It called for me to leave my home and strike out on a new adventure that was more than likely best suited for a fledgling adventurer instead of a witch that spent her days weaving spells and yarn into intricate patterns. It was a surprise to hear the whispers to go, but the Elders called it a sign from the goddess, and I must go to fulfill my pledge.
 
As I stepped out of the wood that I had called home for nearly the last five centuries, I felt a void begin, almost as if in my very soul. I was reluctant to leave, but the winds urged me onward, to a small tavern in a town I had never seen nor heard of before. There awaited a posting on a job board, the calling that the winds had been telling me of for so long. So I steeled myself against everything that said return to the safety of the forest and headed towards the unknown and the Underdark.
 
Witches were not rare casters by any means, but we weren't exactly welcome in many places. I often used my letter from the weavers guild to hide what I actually was as I traveled. The protection of the King was leagues behind me, and while very few took issue with fairies, a much greater number distrusted the ways of the witch. That was why the coven never left the cover of the forest, but by the words of the goddess, I must, even if the world was not so kind to the followers of Libra.
 
The job had called for craftsmen, of no particular sort, but I only hoped my talents as a weaver and painter would fulfill the necessary duties and bring me favor as I left the wood. I was doing the work asked of me, and I could only hope that I had the protection of Libra as I traveled far into the unknown and past the point of safety for any of our kind. I prayed for safety and for knowledge, and safety I found throughout my travels. By the next morning, I would arrive at the meeting point, and would soon see if I had made a mistake leaving the safety I had always known.