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For anyone that could hear over the sounds of blacksmiths working within the grand city of Ironforge, there was the familiar tapping of boots hitting against stone as a woman was walking along with a young girl so they could reach the Deeprun Tram in order to get some traveling done. The black haired girl looked no older than nine or ten but she had this sort of determination about her, like she was ready for what was going to come, or whatever was going to happen. Whereas, the blonde woman was cool and seemed in a very good mood. Originally when Mia had asked Coroelan if it was alright to take Annalisa to Elwynn Forest, she had expected the man to say no so she was ecstatic when he gave her permission. The mender wanted to get to know the little girl better and thought this would be a good way to do it, maybe an excellent bonding experience as well because her father was quite a special person to Mia. She thought of him already as a mate despite the short time they had already been together, they just got along that well.

“So how come we have to go all the way to Stormwind?” Annie would ask over the sounds of the tram as they had both gotten onto one of the pods, and were soon on their way. Mia was looking at the passing metal walls accompanied with glass whenever they were passing through water in the tunnel. “‘Cause tha’s the closest place ta’ find a meadow. Could’a tried ta’ find somethin’ in Dun Morogh but it’s all just snow seems like,” there went the mender’s thick Gilnean accent again as she spoke. “Dinnae’ fash, I’ll have ya’ back ta’ makin’ yer’ maps in no time, wee lass. Just wanted ta’ show ya’ some thin’s.”

Already Annie had that curious look to her amethyst hues and Mia knew what it meant, she had hooked the child like a fish. Now it was time to reel her in and teach her a thing or two about nature, probably even some flower crowns as they had plenty of time that morning to do whatever.

In the tram as they had reached Stormwind City, the witch knew to take Annie’s hand just in case the child would try to wander off for anything. Unsure if the kid would, she just didn’t want to take any chances because she cared for the girl as well. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t try to do to protect her, any way she knew how. Outside in the Dwarven District there was the familiar sounds of more blacksmithing going on and it took some walking before Mia and Annie had reached Trade District to get to the main gates of the city to venture out. All the while, she was still protective over the young girl. No one had tried to stop them when they left the city which was good. On the main road, Mia was comfortable enough to let go of Annie’s hand as they walk along. Currently, she was trying to use her nose to find herbs or flowers. Sometimes they had particular scents and soon she was walking off the main beaten road, and through some tree’s as the girl followed after the harvest-witch. She hated it sometimes, being Worgen but sometimes it had it’s perks too like the heightened senses.

“We’re vera’ close now, can smell it,” Mia says to the girl as they continue along. It’s just minutes before a small clearing is found and a few wild flowers along with it as she walks through some tall grass, eventually picking a spot to just sit down next to wild peacebloom. “C’mere,” she would motion Annie to join her and the young girl does so with a bit of a frown.

“This seems kinda’ silly,” she appears uncertain and had even brought a bag that contained her folder wrought with many of her hand-made maps that Mia knew about. Annie probably had plans to map and sketch out this place. “Nah, this es’ one of the vera’ first things ma’ mum taught me when I was yer’ age er’ close to. Here.”

A few particular peaceblooms were chosen as she expertly picked them without damaging much of the stems before she moves to sit beside Annie a bit better, being able to show how to make the start of a flower crown. When the nine year old picked it up so easily, it had Mia sport a pretty big and proud grin. “See? Ya’ got it.”

Annie was smiling just as big since she hadn’t had that much trouble learning the very small feat but this was just the beginning. Mia had a lot more she wanted to show the girl and this included her knowledge of herbs. Just as she had told Coroelan, she was certain that the girl would be good at it besides her skills in cartography. But because of the mention of her mother, of course she had expected the inevitable question from the girl. “What happened to your mother? Did she pass away like mine did?”

The child was certainly smarter than Mia realized and she had even gone so far as to pause in her teaching to stare at Annie, a little surprised on how she had said that. “Well...Aye, far as I know, she’s gone...” There was a trailing off as the harvest witch was trying to think on how to explain to her what had happened back in those days. “Some bad thin’s we’re happenin’ in the city and there was ah’ call fer’ healers. Menders. So, mum answered tha’ call. Da’ went afta’ when she didn’ return an he did’na come back either. I was ah’ coward fer’ not goin’ ta’ investigate but I dinnae’ ken’ what was happenin’. Then fer’ years I just stayed put.” There was a lot of regret re-telling partially what had happened, of course she had left out what had happened days later that had changed her life forever.

It must have been the look on Mia’s face as she explained what had happened to her own parents because as soon as she had gone quiet, Annie did take it upon herself to put down the beginnings of the flower-crown she had been working on. Soon, the girl’s arms had gone around the blonde’s neck and she was hugging onto the older woman which had a smile come to her, it wasn’t exactly expected. But whenever she did things like this, Mia seemed to grow ever more fond of the girl as if she were her own child sometimes. She patted one of Annie’s arms, clearing her throat. “It es’ alright, darlin’.”

Soon the pair had parted from one another and the witch saw Annie’s progress with the crown which had her proud smile make a comeback, “aye like tha’. Exactly,” she would tell her before the young girl returned to making her crown with Mia seeming to supervise and correct here an there. Eventually she did have a crown of peacebloom made and the harvest witch took it before putting it on the female’s head, “there.” Annie was beaming with happiness while glancing up at the flowers on her head but her eyes return to Mia, “is there more to learn?”

“There es’ always more ta’ learn but you will learn this first, nighean, just as ma’ mum did wit’ me.” She would tell the dark haired lass before Annie had to raise an eyebrow, “what does nighean mean?” In which Mia chuckles, reaching over to ruffle some of her hair that wasn’t being protected by the flower crown. “I’ll tell ya’ when yer’ older.” ((OOC Note: The character Annalisa doesn’t belong to me, she is borrowed from the person that plays Mia’s partner; Coroelan Raveneye. And some words that will be in different narratives are taken from the Scots Gaelic. She still has the Gilnean accent, I’m just having fun, guys. Enjoy. <3 ))

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“Gimme yer’ hand, I’ll tell ya’ what I see.”

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(Face, voice and body claim.)

Teresa Palmer as Diana Bishop in A Discovery of Witches 2.01

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Over the years, Gilnean families passed down many tales and nursery rhymes as retellings to their children. Many of these were lighthearted, but some of them were born out of myths meant to scare. Some of the tales revolved around the harvest witches and their rituals within the woods. Despite their help during the famine, they were still shrouded in mystery. In reality, many of these stories were meant to keep the children from wandering too far off the town roads and into the dangerous woods that surrounded the areas.

The following rhyme is from the now sunken town of Duskhaven that bordered the western side of Gilneas. There was a harvest witch who lived on the edge of the woods who was known as “Old Lada”. Rumor says that she would remain indoors most of the day, only emerging after sundown. She was known to let her long white hair down as she walked barefoot, blessing the local crops and gathering herbs for potions. The children would try to sneak quick peeks of her through their candlelit windows.

During playtime, the children could be heard laughing and singing the following rhyme as they skipped, jumped roped, or chased hoops down the town streets.

“Old Lada walks the woods at night. She blesses our fields by the pale moonlight. With bone, and blood, and feather of the raven, Keep us safe and well, o’ Ghost of Duskhaven.”

My Gilnean folklore series takes from in game lore and is mixed with my own headcanon to create a deeper backstory for writing/roleplay. You can read my first piece on harvest witches here.

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Lands of Azeroth | Dun Morogh

Dun Morogh is a snowy region located between the magma-strewn wasteland of the Searing Gorge to the south, the gentle ridges of Loch Modan to the east, and the swampy Wetlands to the north. Dun Morogh is home to both the gnomes of Gnomeregan and the Ironforge dwarves and is the location of the major city of Ironforge. The Khaz Mountains surround Dun Morogh on all sides, making it accessible only by certain passes that are currently watched over by dwarven troops.

The center of dwarven culture and ingenuity, Dun Morogh holds the capital of Ironforge. The region is snow-swept and forested, with gray, craggy mountains and slinking wolves. Troggs recently overran Gnomeregan, the gnomes’ former capital, and drove its citizens to Ironforge. Frostmane trolls menace dwarven patrols. Several villages and towns dot the landscape, and though the trade routes can be perilous, dwarven mountaineers and warriors keep their settlements safe.

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