It had been several days she had applied the Binding.<br/><br/>The sun was beginning to peak just enough to send a ripple of orange light across the still lake. A crest of jutting rocks circled on side, which swept off towards the beach, while the rose up into the forest shrouded mountain. Smooth stones in the centre of the lack were where a sundial and other strange devices rested.<br/><br/>In the union of forest and coast, on the other side of the lake, there stood a tower of curious design. While most were built with stone, this was metal, the surface dull and freckled, like the shells of giant crabs. The top was like a fork, three prongs bending slightly outwards. It was in the perfect position for a Witch.<br/><br/>While Isabeau was not officially a Witch, she had been one, and voluntarily left the Coven. She had felt a small spike of pride when people sought her out, wanting to buy her tutorship, despite being so far away from the more convenient establishes. She rarely accepted, but it happened, if she smelled potential... she didn't trust the Coven to properly handle these two.<br/><br/>She stood on top of her tower, leaning on her arms, watching as the sun rose. She loved the feeling of Power shifting, especially when so much of it crossed here. As the light caught her, it revealed a woman of middle age, possibly late thirties, though she had aged quite well, face smooth and white. Aside from a barely visible wrinkle under each orange eye, and a few strands of grey through her ankle length masses of braided blond hair, she did not seem very old.<br/><br/>She was completely nude, having grown up in the Coven, who rarely wore clothes. Her firm, tall body was both strong and feminine, toned from years of physical combat and acrobatics. Her strong mind was complimented by an equally strong body, and her face held impassive for the most part, moving with assuredness and precision, wearing her experience on her sleeve. She was an incredibly skilled Witch. If she wanted to, she could have engulfed this entire coastal stretch in flame and sweep it clean with the sky.<br/><br/>But she had built this place, dug the lake and funneled the channels, invigorating the earth and bring it to life, and all without lifting a finger. It was her pride and joy, her escape, and the one place where she could continue to teach.<br/><br/>Pushing back, she walked over to the hole in the centre, and dropped down, hovering to a gentle step at the middle level. She was kind of hoping her charges would still be in bed... she would have liked to drag them out. It would be a long day of study and practice before she could torment them, and she was looking forward to that... the thought of the Binding had her evil side flaring up.<br/><br/>"Come on you two! Up! Washed and fed and by the lake in 30 or I'm coming after ya's" The knockers on their respective room doors slammed in unison and she turned to leave.