Johnson McCormick unlike most of the men here in this place.  This town was neither home for him or any of the like,  he was had no intention on following in his father’s foot steps.  He didn’t feel like becoming the “next shoe maker”  Although, he could make shoes and fix them.  He felt the work tedious and uneventful.  He desired something.  HE had first met this Cytherea and feel head over hills in love with her, but when she denied his desires.  He felt angry and figured that him seeing her and feeling this way from only seeing her once, that there was bewitching about it.  There was going to be consequences for her denial.  But how to convince a town that she was actually in ties with the devil.  You’d have to be in on a dark way of thinking as well.  He was bored as it was.  So if he had a chance to light a fire, might as well have fuel. This town needing to see some action and why not let pretty Cytherea take on a town gone mad?  He was more than able to stir this kettle.<br/><br/>Johnson strolled out of behind his father’s shop.  He stood about 6’3’’.  Dark hair one could never truly distinguish if it was black or if it was brown.  But his eyes dark brown.  He wore a tan shirt made of a thick, canvases material.  His pants are leather.  Dark brown leather.  He wasn’t very skinny, nor was he built like a horse.  He saw Fritz walking out the inn and smiled.  He just needed to convince him.  He may need to get his hands dirty for this one.<br/><br/><br/>Cytherea had taken her time with her bath and the swim was even more relaxing then the bath alone.  She had then came from the water to only begin washing her clothes once she had finished she gathered everything back to her home.  The sun about to wake up.  Cytherea pulled out a long soft cotton black dress.  This dress she had made her self.  One of her favorites.  It was a long sleeve dress.  The weather becoming cooler now warmer clothes would be beneficial.  It was also adorn with a gold trimmed belt that had some kind of design she made out of a rougher material.  Along both sides she had adorned it with red leather ties. On her feet again were leather slippers that were grey.  Once she had dressed.  She took the wicker basket from below her table and went back out into the forest to collect more berries and nuts and other thing she will need.  She had to find more rocks to add to the garden and she needed to run back to town un- fortunately.  She never did this but considering there was a church inquisitor in town she may need to make a better effort to show these people of Hastings that there was really no witch amongst them.  Gathering the 5 gold coins in her change purse she turned and walked out the door locking it.  She lazily went in to the forest and saw that the dandelions were in bloom.  Sound like dandelion greens were on the menu tonight.  She began collecting them and humming softly to her self.<br/><br/><br/>(http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h37/demented_pixie2006/big_img_2008052833602.jpg)