Her hair is wild, her smile is crooked, and her eyes have that peculiar sparkle of a woman who knows far more than she is willing to tell. Dressed in a faded blue jumpsuit and bright red shoes, she wanders wherever her pigeons take her — and there are quite a few of them.
Some perch on her hat and shoulder, others faithfully follow at her feet. She carries a tiny red handbag, presumably containing something important… or perhaps just crumbs.
There is something wonderfully eccentric about her. She is not a traditional witch, nor exactly a forest grandmother. She feels more like a character who has simply wandered out of an old fairy tale and decided to stay.
A little mysterious, a little mischievous, slightly weather-beaten, and completely unconcerned with what anyone thinks of her.
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