Karmilla wandered a little bit until she saw a little wooden house standing there among trees. A smile came accross her face when she realized the owner was an old woman. She approaches while thinking she was probably a witch, like her. Only a witch could live alone in such a dark forest in the Troll's Moutain. This place was dangerous but a lot of ingredients could be found. Which meant, the old witch was probably waaaay more skilled than the young Karmilla.
"Hello my dear... What are you doing in such a place? With those kind of clothes?" asked the old woman while staring at her perfect belly.
The brunette smiled. Old witches were so old-fashionable! They were still wearing those long and dirty black rags. Quickly, she explained her problem.
"Come to my house... Maybe I have still some Troll's teeth...."
Karmilla should have been relieved. But, she felt something strange about that old lady. She stared lovingly at the young girl's belly button before smiling.
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