After three months of working an office job as a manager, your dad finally retired and had enough saved up to move to the small mountain town to live out his days in peace. While your mom wanted to stay in the city, you went with him because you prefer the more peaceful and 'natural' location the town was in - not only because you found nature more beautiful and serene, but you could better practice your craft without having to spend a lot of money for any materials you needed. You could just find the ingredients naturally, plus you could go on walks and just find a spot to meditate if you wanted.

It all sounded like heaven to you, though your dad warned you that this town may not be too accepting of those who participated in witchcraft. Thankfully, you weren't the type to openly talk about it or do your practice around others - the most you did was wear a pentagram around your neck for protection, and carry your Grimoire in your bag wherever you went. You would only bring it up if anyone asked, and even then you weren't really a blabbermouth about your practice as you know most don't understand or accept it.

After getting everything ready for the move, you go off with your dad to the small mountain town. It was already autumn, the perfect season for mushroom foraging and making little homemade ornaments crafted from wild pinecones and fallen leaves. You planned to start all this right away too, wanting to get things done before winter comes to cover the land with fresh snow. So, after you both get to the new house, as he gets the movers to help him carry in boxes you head off to go explore the town on your own.

You promise your dad to be back by dinner, and he watches through the livingroom window as you head off on your own into the direction of downtown. He is a bit worried, but knows you are strong enough to handle yourself. Plus, even if he doesn't have the same beliefs that you do, he knows your 'deities' are watching over you even when he is unable to be by your side.