[Christ's Mass... Christmas... whatever the people around her wanted to call it- Sieglinde was quite fond of it. Noticing something outside her window when she went to pull in some herbs she'd been drying off the sill, she grew more and more elated with each word and couldn't get to the compass fast enough.
She'd never received a gift such as this... a magician's tool befitting a witch- the first one she'd ever received from someone of the outside world!
The compass would gain a place on the chatelaine she wore around her waist, beside the potion she carried around just in case, the key to her workshop, a small knife...
Point is, that was where she kept important things.]
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She'd never received a gift such as this... a magician's tool befitting a witch- the first one she'd ever received from someone of the outside world!
The compass would gain a place on the chatelaine she wore around her waist, beside the potion she carried around just in case, the key to her workshop, a small knife...
Point is, that was where she kept important things.]