>>5943177The redhead is stuffing her mouth with the king's cut off the roast, the meat rare and bloody, but with a savory smell that made everyone's, in the inn's attendance, mouth water. Your appetite is off the charts too. Both of you are consuming apples and early for the season peaches, venison stew thick with barley, carrots and turnip, then grilled fish from the fresh water lake near by and a few sausages. Your companion even asks the innkeeper for plain lard. Despite your efforts to keep up she eats twice as much than you. When you are done, both of you strike up a normal conversation, as if you have been friends since childhood. You exchange stories, comment of the inn people's appearance, even a few laughs, somewhat subconsciously disguising your identities for the surrounding crowd of travelers, merchants and wonderers (you chose to bond with her). <span class="mu-i">Let's go to the lake</span> soon the witch says and grabbing two skins full of wine and heads through the main gate, expecting you to pay for the small feast that she consumed.
The water is pristine and spans for a mile in the distance, green grass to your knees, you see several trees next to the small beach side and head in that direction. Except for the sheepherders in the distance, both of you are alone. You chat throughout your whole walk but it is only surface level conversation, no serious topics are discussed, even after a couple of attempts on your part. Both of you lie down under the shadow of an oak tree and the redhead starts drinking large quantities of the wine you paid for. After a big final gulp, she swallows the remnants of wine and saliva in her mouth and sticks her tongue out at you. There is a moon symbol on it, tattooed in black ink. It's the four eyes of Dark Lilith placed in circular fashion, symbolizing the moon and the cyclical nature of existence.
<span class="mu-b">This is a conditional vow of secrecy, I can't speak about anything related to my art or my coven to anyone, forever. My teacher was quite strict about that, as you see.</span>
<span class="mu-r">What will happen if you try to do it anyway?</span> you ask.
<span class="mu-b">Nothing will happen, my tongue won't move at all. I am the worst person to be tortured for information</span> she says trying to put up a little smile.
<span class="mu-r">Is the symbol the reason why you didn't talk to me yesterday night?</span>
<span class="mu-b">No, that was something different.</span>
<span class="mu-r">Let me guess, you can't talk about it you say with a witty raised brow.</span>
She nods silently.
