The sky is pale and cloudy. There is not much light due to the day still being young. It's cold... Cold and wet as I adjust slightly in the mud of the old path. Surrounded by tall grass that was dry before the light rain that fell early this morning. If I was standing it'd probably reach to about my thighs. But what does that matter...? Why am I thinking about that of all things? For Great Cow's sake... I've been accused of being a witch. So here I am... Tied up, blindfolded, kneeling in the mud of an old path leading North East, clad in only a white under dress made to sleep in at best if worn alone. It could be worse. They could've burned me at the stake. But then again... I am a sacrifice to a demon so... perhaps not.