redchaos: (simmer)
ᴡᴀɴᴅᴀ ᴍᴀxɪᴍᴏꜰꜰ ᱬ ɥɔʇıʍ ʇǝlɹɐɔs ǝɥʇ ([personal profile] redchaos) wrote in [personal profile] margenes 2021-08-10 02:31 am (UTC)

[The point of being out in the middle of nowhere is to be safe. She's protecting herself and everyone else. She can't hurt anyone out here while she tries to figure out what she is now, and what else she's capable of. While Agatha's words felt like those of a desperate woman, Wanda really doesn't want to end up being some harbinger of destruction. She's done enough.

So, when she hears a commotion that isn't the occasional deer or flock of birds, her daily walk around the lake is disrupted. She didn't see the arrival of that body in the distance, preoccupied with the growth of some new flowers she'd never seen, but a wave of her hands has her appearing beside it.

No one comes out here. A few of the local youth had ventured out to see the witch, once, and Wanda had frightened them off with some harmless tricks. The wilderness is dangerous--better they go home scared witless than get lost out in the woods, or end up like this person. But she's not heartless. She can help if they're injured, and she leans down to see.]


Are you--

[The words die in her throat. The concern is replaced by anger and suspicion.]

Who the hell are you?

[She's been fooled before. Not again.]

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