(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpncn3RRcb1r1q20oo1_500.jpg)<br/><br/>Celeste watched from her little hiding place behind the bush, watching Roran hard at work. It took every little bit of self-control she had not to giggle as she waited for the most opportune moment. She did so love to tease him, she couldn't rightly decide which was more exciting, filching his tools, or the chase that followed. She almost always got away, but sometimes he'd catch her and they'd fall to the soft earth of the forest laughing.<em>Chop! Chop! Chop!</em>, the sound ringing in her ears as he chopped the firewood he'd take into the village to sell. She bit her lip, trying to ignore the fact she couldn't stop staring at his rippling muscles. It was happening a lot more lately, as were her visions. But she quickly forced herself to stop pondering them for the moment, as she needed all her focus to slip past Roran without getting caught too quickly.<br/><br/>Soon, the moment she'd waited for was at hand as she began to slink forward as he stopped for a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow and go to get some water from his cabin. As quietly as a church mouse she tip toed towards his favored axe and delicately wrapped her fingers around the handle. She propped a foot on the stump and with a quiet groan, managed to lift it. It was a little heavy, but she had enough time (or so she thought) to attempt to run off before Roran returned from his break. With a cheeky, quiet little giggle she began to dart out of her dear wood cutter's yard and into the woods rushing towards her hiding place. She kept going, though the axe was a little too heavy for her to run too swiftly.<br/><br/>Celeste's red hair flew about her face as she dashed off, her skirts being caught from time to time by little twigs or branches as her boots thudded on the worn old forest trail. She had the most vivid green eyes, and her skin was like fine porcelain. She'd always been a remarkably pretty girl, but had been a most unusual one as well. Rumors were whispered quietly that she was a witch. Her mother before her, and her grandmother and several generations back had all been blessed with prophetic visions. However, such a power came with a price. Often, witches were sought after as mates of supernatural beasts. And other rumors persisted that there were werewolves about. None of this could be proven, but villagers often in need of gossip persisted in speaking of such things. But little did they realize that the werewolves indeed were real. Celeste kept them also in the dark of her visions, passing them off as just flights of fancy brought on by boredom during the days.<br/><br/>As she ran, she could soon hear the shouting and pounding footsteps as Roran began his hot pursuit.