|(#TwilightRealm, #Witches, #Dorch #Fae, #Oakenlings, etc. belong to the lovely @LadyLeaf - also Mark Frost and Robin the Bubble Magician)
WARNING: this doll contains Violence
Marea awoke on the cold stone floor of a tidy store room, chagrined and slightly groggy, with her hands tied behind her back. The situation certainly looked very bad, but Gran was coming. In the meanwhile, however, she could make things easier for her rescuers by attempting to escape.
The young Witch scrambled to her feet and looked around in the dim light cast by the stars through the arrow slit overhead. What did she have to work with? Not much, was the answer, just some heavy crates and boxes.
Think again... Marea's father had been a builder, a freestone mason who spent his life fitting together natural rock shapes that always seemed like they wouldn't match, but somehow did. She often wondered if that had influenced her affinity for stones and gems.