Morrigan's Hut, All Day Sunday
The door of Morrigan's 'office' - and she hadn't been aware she had one - had a simple note and map on it, directing people to her home.
If anyone had been there during its unoccupied state, they would find it much changed. The wood walls had been scrubbed down and sealed with new pine resin, there was a stone firepit out back, and a beehive that was preparing for winter. A few chickens even ran around, seemingly unconcerned that their mistress was a witch.
Inside a fire blazed merrily in the stone hearth, and Morrigan had put fresh rushes on the roof, and built a small loft for her bedroll, the main space reserved for the kitchen and her meager library. It was suitable for receiving visitors, in her estimation, and she did not like being surrounded by the walls of the school. She preferred to meet unknown guests on her own territory, so it pleased her.
But, point of fact, she was at home, should the parents of any of her pupils come searching.
If anyone had been there during its unoccupied state, they would find it much changed. The wood walls had been scrubbed down and sealed with new pine resin, there was a stone firepit out back, and a beehive that was preparing for winter. A few chickens even ran around, seemingly unconcerned that their mistress was a witch.
Inside a fire blazed merrily in the stone hearth, and Morrigan had put fresh rushes on the roof, and built a small loft for her bedroll, the main space reserved for the kitchen and her meager library. It was suitable for receiving visitors, in her estimation, and she did not like being surrounded by the walls of the school. She preferred to meet unknown guests on her own territory, so it pleased her.
But, point of fact, she was at home, should the parents of any of her pupils come searching.