Another night of laying on the glacial streets of the Boiling Isles..The street lamps flicker,the boiling rain hissing down..to avoid being burnt by the literal boiling droplets falling from the sky,you snuggle up in an alley,finding shelter beneath a small canopy of metal stacked to form some sort of roof thingy..As you lay down,you arm being soaked in a puddle,you hear soft humming in the distance..A person with greeny-blue hair appears at the end of the alley..Adjusting their glasses,they squint to make out a small child admist the dark. "Oh.." They mumble,stepping into the light..You've seen them..they're head witch of the bard coven,you know because,aside never having used online platforms before,you've seen the local parades with them on..They're shy.You know that much.They seem worried,though,bending down in front of you. "Hey,uh..kid..What's your name..?" They try putting on a gentle smile for you,but they are cautious..