It had only been a few mere weeks since The Witch climbed out of the pocket dimension in Cor's pants, and returned to Rhydin.
During her first return, she rushed the creation of her atelier and her home, and while she wanted something similar the second time, if not something almost just the same, she took more care in bossing pumpkinheads around in creating it. The location she chose wasn't too far from the first - it was deep in the woods, northwest of Rhydin, and on the outskirts of Battlefield Park's borders.
Just as the first atelier had been, the second reincarnation looked to be a giant pumpkin, complete with a door, windows, and curly vines sprouting from the top, accentuating the already unique home. Inside didn't have the appearance of a pumpkin at all, not with goo or sticky walls or yucky seeds gathered in clusters. The walls were gilded in gold, shimmering brilliantly inside the well-lit pumpkin. The floor was a smooth, jade marble, almost slippery if one wasn't wearing the appropriate footwear. The atelier had her shop, open to any and all, and was stacked - moderately neatly - to the brim with magical products and items to be purchased. Boxes of unknown items were set out, brooms always danced and swayed about to keep everything neat, and pumpkinheads waddled around inside, always hard at work. The Witch's room was kept private from others, though who would dare to tread to such a place?
An addition that hadn't been in the first reincarnation of her atelier was a vast library, located down some stairs and in a basement - though The Witch didn't give everyone access to the place. Shelves lined the walls and were packed with all sorts of magical tomes. She rarely touched them herself, so they had acquired quite the coating of dust.
Not too far west of the atelier itself, there was a courtyard near the river. Inside, it was almost like eternal spring. Always bright and sunny with exquisite gardens forever in blossom. It was there than The Witch often rested and relaxed, and brought friends over for the same. Tans and makeovers were a common commodity there.
Northeast of the atelier, at the foot of the mountains, was a grand hall The Witch had created - by the hands of pumpkinheads, of course. Looking much like a castle, it was inspired by the legends of Valhalla, and was the luxurious home to those in her army. Her beautiful, colorful warriors stayed there, as did skeletons and ice goblins her friend Shylah had sent in her hour of need in what seemed ages ago. There may have been more surprises there, but people didn't often tread there to find them out.
The pumpkinheads had taken it upon themselves to tack on a final addition to the land The Witch claimed. Some distance away from the atelier, sunlight gleaned off the large golden statue they crafted. It was a smaller version of the statue of Corlanthis Wystansayr they put up at the market's square, but revered just the same by them.
The Witch stood silently with Groucho as they watched pumpkinheads light incense around the statue while chanting rhythmically. The pumpkinhead by her side turned to stare up at her, his carved face somehow serious as he sought her approval, "Totally?"
With a bright smile of pearly whites and dimples, The Witch nodded. "Totally~!"
During her first return, she rushed the creation of her atelier and her home, and while she wanted something similar the second time, if not something almost just the same, she took more care in bossing pumpkinheads around in creating it. The location she chose wasn't too far from the first - it was deep in the woods, northwest of Rhydin, and on the outskirts of Battlefield Park's borders.
Just as the first atelier had been, the second reincarnation looked to be a giant pumpkin, complete with a door, windows, and curly vines sprouting from the top, accentuating the already unique home. Inside didn't have the appearance of a pumpkin at all, not with goo or sticky walls or yucky seeds gathered in clusters. The walls were gilded in gold, shimmering brilliantly inside the well-lit pumpkin. The floor was a smooth, jade marble, almost slippery if one wasn't wearing the appropriate footwear. The atelier had her shop, open to any and all, and was stacked - moderately neatly - to the brim with magical products and items to be purchased. Boxes of unknown items were set out, brooms always danced and swayed about to keep everything neat, and pumpkinheads waddled around inside, always hard at work. The Witch's room was kept private from others, though who would dare to tread to such a place?
An addition that hadn't been in the first reincarnation of her atelier was a vast library, located down some stairs and in a basement - though The Witch didn't give everyone access to the place. Shelves lined the walls and were packed with all sorts of magical tomes. She rarely touched them herself, so they had acquired quite the coating of dust.
Not too far west of the atelier itself, there was a courtyard near the river. Inside, it was almost like eternal spring. Always bright and sunny with exquisite gardens forever in blossom. It was there than The Witch often rested and relaxed, and brought friends over for the same. Tans and makeovers were a common commodity there.
Northeast of the atelier, at the foot of the mountains, was a grand hall The Witch had created - by the hands of pumpkinheads, of course. Looking much like a castle, it was inspired by the legends of Valhalla, and was the luxurious home to those in her army. Her beautiful, colorful warriors stayed there, as did skeletons and ice goblins her friend Shylah had sent in her hour of need in what seemed ages ago. There may have been more surprises there, but people didn't often tread there to find them out.
The pumpkinheads had taken it upon themselves to tack on a final addition to the land The Witch claimed. Some distance away from the atelier, sunlight gleaned off the large golden statue they crafted. It was a smaller version of the statue of Corlanthis Wystansayr they put up at the market's square, but revered just the same by them.
The Witch stood silently with Groucho as they watched pumpkinheads light incense around the statue while chanting rhythmically. The pumpkinhead by her side turned to stare up at her, his carved face somehow serious as he sought her approval, "Totally?"
With a bright smile of pearly whites and dimples, The Witch nodded. "Totally~!"