Jessie Byrd
Unlucky Member
Adara felt herself smile, a welcome deterrence from the pain of yesterday. "Oh no, Ms Raffie. I simply am a lone magician in a world of realists. Oh, and you don't have to keep checking over your shoulder. As long as you're with me, you're safe. The woods do hold dangers, my friend, but they know who not to meddle with." Seizing this opportunity to point it out, she added, "I'm not really all I seem, by the way. See, I'm immortal. A curse of a potion, I'm afraid. And yes, I can tell you're an Angel, but don't worry. I know what to keep to myself, since I've been on this Earth for 300 years. You kind of come to recognize the world around you when you've seen as much of it as I, but," she chuckled, "I suppose you have. Now, that little bit of magic sort of hindered me for a minute. May I rest?" Pulling out a little bit of cheese and bread, she held some out for Raphaella. "Always come prepared for these journeys a little too much," she said jovially, putting a hand on her slight tummy. "Here. Eat. You need to keep up strength."