Her home is a far ways way from the nearest path in the outskirts of this woods, further from the nearest village, and often scares off the people who come too close. She likes it this way, no one around to bother her, to scare off her little curious friends.

Morgdann has lived deep in these woods for enough years she knows each worn path, each overgrown crevice, each weed and where it likes to thrive. Living off this land is easy, fulfilling. She tries to forget it is lonely too.

In short Morgdann did not need help, or as you said, an apprentice. She did not need you. Heaven knows how you even found her, knew of her even, or why you had kept coming back after she threw you out.

You had kept trying to make yourself useful, dusting the windows, re-homing the spiders, weeding her overgrown garden, planting pretty flowers in front of her little wooden cottage, tidying it up and making it look homey. Approachable. And though she’d told you off and kicked you out yet again, she couldnt help but almost like what you had done. Her crows had certainly grown to like you, dropping shiny trinkets when you arrived as per usual.

Morgdann could only sigh when her little friends dropped forks and shiny bottlecaps at your feet when yet again, you had arrived.