clarkisacorgi:
I’m risking tumblr jail to post a pair of woods witch girlfriends! @fromzebeswithlove ‘s half-elf warlock Frinain and My gnome trickster cleric Marionette!
Esmé Libelli was but a child when her parents were exiled across the ocean. Only the faintest memories remain of the luxurious manses and manicured gardens. Her parents struggled in the new land, but Esmé flourished, and she grew to be beautiful with wonderful raven curls, and emerald eyes that warmed the heart. Quite the promiscuous thing she was, but she was friends with a woods witch named Heldrig who would sing the songs of the fey while she made moon tea so Esmé wouldn’t come with child. After her parent’s death, Esmé made money as a weaver, and she was quite good. Some say Esmé’s fabrics could win the heart of any man. Bards even made songs of her skills after she made a gift to them, and elves… Elves were Esmé’s favorite. It is said she was seen with an elven man the night she disappeared into the woods. Her house was abandoned, and the town thought her to be gone. Thirteen years later, Esmé returned, and she hadn’t aged a day. She looked exactly the same except her belly was swollen with child. Esmé didn’t seek the town’s midwife for help, but went to the woods witch Heldrig, and gave birth in the crone’s secluded hut.
Frinain Libelli was as beautiful as a child could be and clearly not quite human. She was fair where her mother was dark, and she had striking violet eyes. Where Esmé’s eyes could warm any heart, Frinain’s would turn it to ice. She never got along well with the other children, all of whom aged much more quickly. The town didn’t like her presence, but they profited from Esmé’s trade. Frinain would lie on the floor as her mother would weave some of the most beautiful fabrics the human world had ever seen while singing the songs of the fey. Every seven days, Heldrig would come and take the child away. Frinain would return to her mother, and tell her the crafts she was learning with the witch. Esmé would smile proudly and tell her child how happy her father would be. She would never answer any questions about Frinain’s father. She would only say that he was the most handsome man, and that one day he would return to take Frinain away
Over time, Esmé grew older and Frinain did not. The child was a child of the woods, and she felt more at home there. She would spend more and more time with Heldrig until she was staying weeks away from her mother. Then months. Then years. Frinain took residence in that hut when the crone passed. She was gifted with the craft in a way Heldrig could never have been. Heldrig would tell her she was blessed by an archfey, whom Frinain assumed was her father. She lived her life away from humans, among the people of the woods. She knew the halflings and gnomes, and of course the elves. She felt more kinship with them than humans, but even among them, she felt separate. In town, stories about Heldrig the witch turned into stories about Frinain the witch. Every so often, a girl would come with an offering asking for moon tea, and Frinain would make it for them while singing the songs of the fey.