Literature
Foolish Love - Cliff x Witchie
It was a laidback Sunday morning in Spring. The Witch Princess was outside her hut, staring at the passing clouds. A gentle breeze rustled leaves on the trees around Romana's mansion as Sebastian exited the large house, waving slightly at the Witch Princess. The witch nodded back and continued to watch the clouds. She didn't feel like practicing magic today. She felt like pulling some mischief on the Harvest Goddess. Sighing, the Witch Princess got up from where she was laying down and prepared to transport herself to the pond when she thought of something.
What if she actually walked there, through town, for once?
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