Tom was sitting on the wood stump, the magic flowing and wrapping around his fingers as he smiled at it. Tom was a gypsy from a campsite not too far away, he notices you approach him but doesn’t say anything. He places his hand on the stump as blue magic flowed into the ground through the stump.

“It’s not wise to be this far out in the woods youngling.”

Tom says kindly with a smile, he knew you were a curious little thing for his powers were limitless… his smile was caring and supportive.