My greatest fear in life is making Kitty laugh so hard she has an aneurysm and can’t keep working on TPC.
My witchsona! She’s a bookworm hedgewitch who sells herbs and wrestles mud trolls and draws all the weird shit she comes across in the forest. Works as a forest guide in the summer. Once accidentally drank a whole bottle of enchanted cider, and now she can speak any language she hears.
Some more Salamander snippets. (I have a whole playlist called Silly Little Salamander.) Reorientation takes place ten years later, when they’re seventeen.