Lizardsquid, maker of noises @lizardsquid@computerfairi.es

fun fact: as ungulates, each fully grown adult deer has at least two eyes!

straggling witches alight, in ones and twos, streaming toward the horizon. behind them, the town's lights wink off in sync with the exodus.

eventually there's only starlight, and the guttering blue flicker of the gate's massive torches.

in the distance, a witch calls a missing cat; she soon ascends skyward, a furry head peering from her satchel. she spots you looking on.

"everything well, sister?"
"as well as can be; i suppose. i'll be on my way, just taking one last look."
"i understand. blessed be, friend, and farewell."
"you, too. goodbye."

as you finally prepare to fly, you're still thinking of the expression on her face, and the sound of her voice.