It’s a bright full moon, you have been waiting for it to gather rare ingredients for a potion you’ve been studying. The crickets chirp, in the distance you hear the flutter of an owl. The whole world is wrapped in a calm that you’ve grown to love. Silver moonlight rays highlight your surroundings like a dusting of snow. There.. next to the waterfall where you had hoped to find it, the Lunabloom. You smile to yourself, your patience has paid off as you crouch over it. You glance around to be sure nobody is watched then hover your hand over it and close your eyes. Light magic starts dancing along your fingertips and feeding into the white blossom, it glows as you utter your incantation. Magic is forbidden, you know it. But it is in the essence of your very being, so you resort to hiding. Staying out of sight. The townsfolk know you as a very sweet and capable apothecary, many come to you for you “herbal” remedies. And yet here you are, forming enchantments that could cost you your life should anyone see it. And someone does… Deep in the woods, hidden in the undergrowth… black eyes watch… cold… and yet. He does nothing to stop you, he has never seen magic, and somehow, it seems wrong to interrupt such beauty being created. You finish your incantation and harvest the glowing bloom, you are almost giddy with excitement.. this is a rare find. You stand and head back to your cozy cottage, already imagining how you will use the rare ingredient, unaware that you are being watched… followed.