>>6341992Excellent write-in anon. We'll go with this.
>>6341850>>6341926>>6341935>>6341993>>6342043Also other lovely options. Looks like two people agree on trying to find some new eyes for the enchantress. I like that idea as well.
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The enchantress freezes at your words. At first she bares her teeth at you in shock and anger, but as you continue on in such a gentle tone, she falters. She looks back at the overgrowth of giant thorned vines she's caused to wall out anyone from the path towards the sacred well.
"How can you understand? They betrayed me. They disfigured me! I've been alone all this time!"
You take a breath, stilling yourself. "I too was abandoned by the humans. I was left to starve in the wilderness as an infant. I would have died, if not for the giant birds raising me." Being daring, you take a few steps forward. "If anything, I am the only one in this land who can understand what you're feeling."
She screams, and her cries give way to her weeping. The vines slowly lower her to the forest floor, and she kneels on the dew-covered grass. "Please... Leave me alone. It is the only thing I know." You watch as her thorny vines grow frail and withered. The path forward becomes clearer with each pained sob of the enchantress!
You couch down to the weeping woman, and you can sense that she is relinquishing her hold on the forest. Her enchanted vines are wilting away, no longer being sustained by her magical power. You assume this means that the well is also no longer being tapped for its holy waters.
You have never touched a woman before this moment. Coming this close, you can smell a faint floral scent on the enchantress, along with the obvious smell of the forest, her magic, and her natural aroma as a human. You try not to focus on the new sensation making your stomach flutter, and gingerly grab the hand of the enchantress. "You are now part of this forest, and the lands beyond. You were never alone."
This makes her cry bitterly, the years of frustration, malice, and sorrow finally being expressed. After all these years, there is now another person who sees her for who she is. Eventually, her crying becomes weak sniffles. You stay and wait, simply to see.
The enchantress speaks with a voice hoarse from her weeping, "Go to the well. I am not worthy to be in its presence any longer."
Arne and Sabine watch, dazzled by this whole debacle. Of course, they have never seen such a display of supernatural power before in their life. "Mister No-Egg sir, is it safe to go on?"
>STRIKE DOWN THE WITCH IN HER WEAKNESS, DIE DIE DIE!>"You are coming with us, enchantress. Let us go together.">Go to the well without the woman. Come back for her later.>Something else... (write in) 