"I see… you two are Ourchtitlana, coming here to the Hub town from far away for the festival,"
There was a stature of a witch walking in front of them as they followed her from behind—a petite stature of a young witch who was a bit shorter and had somewhat a smaller frame than the brunette half-up ponytail following the witch from behind alongside the dreadlocks-haired man. And the witch's features, the two of them now could tell in more detail… for the witch's face was no longer shaded in a white mask, and hair no longer shrouded beneath the dark brown hood as the witch freely let it play and sway along the slight breeze that came along languidly…
