[CR: St] Needing to Talk

[Apronia Silvanus]

Apronia wandered into the Staff Room with a jug of Firewhisky and a delicate snifter cradled in her hands. With a huff of relief, she fell into an armchair, whipped the hearth into flame with her wand, and poured herself a drink.

They were all screwed. Even if this evil spirit weren't taking over the Forest, it was close to rebellion anyway, she could feel it. The key at her neck itched, somehow. The centaurs' attitude was spreading to the rest of the Forest, and she could see each species within it drawing away from wizards and witches. Even the plants at the edge of the Forest were gradually moving away from the Castle. If they weren't careful, there would be war.

[mabelthegreat]

Mabel squeezed through the (in her opinion) ever-narrowing door to the staff room.

"Apronia, just the person i wanted to see!"

Mabel winched herself into one of the larger arm chairs.

"Is it me or is something happening to the plants at the edge of the forest? I went down to the edge to pick some marble daisies and i could have sworn they were planted further out than they were when i got there. Have you noticed anyone snooping around and moving the plants?"

[Apronia Silvanus]

Apronia chuckles darkly into the lip of her snifter, taking a contemplative sip before answering.

¨No.¨ she pauses, holding back the explanation she was about to offer. Maybe best if they all think its just the spirit for now. When that is fixed, there will be space to set the rest of the Forest to rights. She hopes. ¨I believe the spirit is gathering up the power of the Forest and its living beings to attack us.¨ that was vague enough. She sips again, notices that her hands smell like sunshine and grassy afternoons, and the whisky evaporates on her tongue, leaving it cool and sharp.