Witch Mass; Assembly

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Zita floats in the center of the meeting hall on her chain and lock 'broom' awaiting all of the Witchlings. There was something very important that needed to be discussed.

Zita nodded.

Tzita: "Oh yes, you would be quite the asset-- Wait. Wait a minute... Weather? Only one Witch I knew had weather so long ago... The one who put a curse on that one forest to make it rain eternally... Are you of her lineage?"

Zita perked up, since she hadn't seen anyone from that family line in a long time.

The Nature Witchling would be slightly startled; hardly anyone is that old to recall a member of her family and surprisingly, Zita looks really young.

Nature Witchling: "Yes... I posses some of her talents as well.”

Zita smiled, a bit more excited than usual.

Tzita: "Squee! Well it is great to have you here, miss Tyrande! I hope that you become a witch soon because someone from that line of family simply MUST use their power to assist the upcoming witchlings and whatnot!"

Zita's eye dimmed.

Tzita: "And then we will raid the night skies and pillage--"

Her eye perked open.

Tzita: "Haha, what~? I'm sorry? You heard nothing~!"

She began to laugh slightly.

"Alright, miss Nature Witchling... Welcome to the Witch Province! Is there anything you wish to get done as of right now? If there is, I can assist~! And if not, feel free to come find me at aaaany time!"

Nature Witchling: "Good, thanks for the warm welcome Zita, I'll take my leave now.”

The Nature Witchling would turn around materializing a sphere of white sparkling energy in her hand and vanish in a flash of silver sparkles.