Pwyll

Often, people look at Pwyll incredulously. They think that it's impossible for someone as sweet and kind as her to be a witch of all things, let alone a witch from the Light flight. However, she's kind and patient with them, explaining that not all witches are bad, and your flight should never limit your dreams.

Pwyll spends most of her time in her cluttered den practicing her craft, and she is by no means a master. She does take pride in her work though, spending hours trying to perfect her spells and recipes, even growing her own herbs. Just because she's a little accident prone doesn't stop her from doing the things she loves. Many would argue that she's a lot more than a little clumsy, but she prefers to turn the other cheek.

As a hatchling, she was just as enamored with gardening as she is now, but her interest in witchcraft did not appear until she met an old hedge witch living in the forests at the edge of her old home. She had stumbled into the old shack one day while exploring, and was amazed by the dried herbs and bubbling concoctions lining the shelves. Unlike the witches she had been told of in stories, the tundra that she met was kind and gentle, as motherly as she looked.
//lore written by @frootz

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Mated to Perseus