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Heading out Tilda looked at her own shaking hands as a red drop of blood fell upon them. She touched her nose and produced a red smear on her finger tips. Her throbbing headache was a nightmare. She had grown up among witches, and heard and read a lot about the effects of using magic, but...

Welcome Hi! My Name is Hygswitch [she/her] and I am looking for a small group (two? maybe three?) of (likely female) coconspiritors to tell a sweet, sometimes romantic, sometimes a bit more action packed, sometimes mysterious story about witches, found family and a life on the open road. The...