Granny Weatherwax (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
stillatentdead) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
revenance_rpg2012-10-25 06:22 pm
stillatentdead) wrote in revenance_rpg2012-10-25 06:22 pm
The Witching Hour
Characters: Granny Weatherwax and whoever she runs into
Content: Traverse gains a witch
Location (including world): First District, Traverse Town
Time of Day: Afternoon (such as it is)
Warnings: None
[Granny was no stranger to dreams. Anyone had ‘em, from the entirely mundane and embarrassing sort of dreams* to the sorts of dreams that set people on a path and kept ‘em following it. Those were the dangerous ones, if you didn’t keep an eye out for the warning signs. The mad could dream, and the dangerously sane too. She was not, however, particularly familiar with dreams like this one**, and couldn’t be having with this sort of thing anyway. Dreams were all well and good, but there was no call to have animals with puffballs stuck to their heads and bat wings. It was against the natural order of things. Even the idea of creating something out of bits and pieces of things was something she couldn’t really be having with.
Accordingly it took some time before she finally admitted that maybe she could put up with another hanger-on she’d never wanted, ridiculously colored though the things seemed to be. Dream though it was there was a difference between accepting that fact and bending to the ludicrous rules of this dream. Besides, she was perfectly capable of defending herself. She’d simply decided she might as well see what all the fuss had been about. It certainly wasn’t anything to do with curiosity and anyone who thought otherwise didn’t have the slightest idea what they were talking about.
It wasn’t like she needed a lizard anyway, even if it was traveling with her. Thus, she payed it no real mind as she set about seeing what she could make of the town. It might have been no dream she knew, but that was absolutely no call to not assume there was a perfectly good reason for her being there. It was just a matter of figuring out what it was.
* Which she quite adamantly did not have, thank you very much.
** Not that she would have admitted to such. Her pride would never have allowed it.]
Content: Traverse gains a witch
Location (including world): First District, Traverse Town
Time of Day: Afternoon (such as it is)
Warnings: None
[Granny was no stranger to dreams. Anyone had ‘em, from the entirely mundane and embarrassing sort of dreams* to the sorts of dreams that set people on a path and kept ‘em following it. Those were the dangerous ones, if you didn’t keep an eye out for the warning signs. The mad could dream, and the dangerously sane too. She was not, however, particularly familiar with dreams like this one**, and couldn’t be having with this sort of thing anyway. Dreams were all well and good, but there was no call to have animals with puffballs stuck to their heads and bat wings. It was against the natural order of things. Even the idea of creating something out of bits and pieces of things was something she couldn’t really be having with.
Accordingly it took some time before she finally admitted that maybe she could put up with another hanger-on she’d never wanted, ridiculously colored though the things seemed to be. Dream though it was there was a difference between accepting that fact and bending to the ludicrous rules of this dream. Besides, she was perfectly capable of defending herself. She’d simply decided she might as well see what all the fuss had been about. It certainly wasn’t anything to do with curiosity and anyone who thought otherwise didn’t have the slightest idea what they were talking about.
It wasn’t like she needed a lizard anyway, even if it was traveling with her. Thus, she payed it no real mind as she set about seeing what she could make of the town. It might have been no dream she knew, but that was absolutely no call to not assume there was a perfectly good reason for her being there. It was just a matter of figuring out what it was.
* Which she quite adamantly did not have, thank you very much.
** Not that she would have admitted to such. Her pride would never have allowed it.]