Hedge Witch

"Don't touch that! I mean unless you want a nasty rash, then knock yourself out."

Disciple of Harthrenain, and canny despite her youth, Wyla's subtle instinct for witchcraft rivals that of the ancient masters. Pragmatic and blunt to the point of sullenness, she is a true creature of the earth, braced on four solid, muscular trunks. Though she has not yet seen her first century, her magic is old and wild- the fairytale spellcraft of blood and root. Her spells consume herbs and flowers as components, each with their own secret qualities- valerian for sleep, wolfsbane to curse her enemies and rosehip to bind them. All green and growing things are power in her hands- the thickets and downs of the Summer Country a toolbox to one that possesses the Knowledge.

"I mean, it's not like.. praying to acorns and talking to the trees or whatever- it's more precise than that. You gotta know which plant does what, and how to coax the power from 'em, and how to tell 'em apart. There's no trick to it. Maybe you have the knack or you don't, but anyone could learn."

wyl・andyr - light through the thicket