"Now, I am certain I am a total reed!!" Aella hissed under her breath as she ran her hands over her golden locks.
She hovered her clenched fist over the door, contemplating on whether to go ahead or just turn back and leave.
She had listened to her mother and annoying sister who convinced her to visit the witch and demand for a reversal to the curse.
And like the soft-hearted dimwit she was, she actually ventured to Old Retaril for the second time today!
Not only was it shameful for a noblewoman to frequent such a disheveled area, but it was also dangerous that the inhabitants of such unruly territory now knew her face.
She also found it ridiculous that she had come to ask the same witch who landed a curse on them for a way to take it back.
You certainly didn't ask the one who wounded you to patch you up, no?
It Aella felt preposterous for standing out the doormat of the witch's workshop.
