Thread: Lessons Learnt [Magi_Monk & Erotica Maxima]

Rain had begun to fall over the valley. Large, heavy droplets peppered the dark blue cloak that shrouded a young woman as she made her way along a deserted dirt lane. She paused, tucking the basket in her hand beneath the heavy fabric and tugging up her hood to conceal shoulder length dirty blonde hair. Only then did she continue on, winding her way through tall trees and deeper into the forest which she had called home for three months now. Ten minutes later, she stepped off the path and began to pick her way through the undergrowth, following a familiar yet unmarked trail. It wasn't long before she came upon a rather well kept hut, not doubt it had once been the home to a woodsman. With home in sight, Fraya ran the last short distance, hurrying up the few short steps to take shelter beneath the porch. Despite her hood and cloak water had seeped through, dampening the simple vest beneath as well as her hair. Sweeping aside the heavy material the girl inspected the contents of her basket which had thankfully escaped the rain. Satisfied, she stepped into the dimly lit interior before pulling the door to, shutting the cold out. Setting the basket down, the young woman unclasped her cloak and hung it carefully next to a darker, larger one. Her teacher was home or at least nearby. It had been sheer good fortune that the sorceress had passed through the hamlet that Fraya and her parents had called home for all her short years. She had shown affinity to magic from a young age and unaware of the dangers that such abilities could bring. In desperation, her mother had hidden her from sight, confining the girl to the safety of their farmhouse and the barn behind it. Not that this stopped Fraya, often she would sneak out into the forest that wound its way around her family's fields and spend hours exploring or exploring her talent. It was here that she had first come across her teacher, or more accurately that her teacher came across her. The girl had hidden herself away in a small clearing, her back settled against the trunk of a large and ancient tree. About her danced ten or fifteen butterflies all of different colours and shapes, flitting back and forth in the rays of the sun. The slightest snap of a twig had startled the girl and the butterflies had vanished, dispersing into whisps of colour before disappearing completely. Fraya had only caught a glimpse of a shadow before she scrambled to her feet and fled, locking herself in her bedroom without a word of explanation to her mother. An hour later there had been a knock at the door and muffled voices in the kitchen. She herself had received very little explanation, only that it was safer for her to be with her own kind and here she was. I'm back, Ma'am. I managed to get everything you asked for. There were several rooms leading off the main living space, the nearest being the kitchen which Fraya stepped into and begun unpacking her basket. Bread, cheese, some cuts of meat, several bundles of herbs and so forth. The floorboards creaked further into the lodge and she paused in her task, turning to watch the doorway as a figure moved to stand within it.