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Raven had always been fond of nature, most of her childhood was spent either out at sea with her father or in the enchanted forest with her mother. She had adored the gentle breeze of Ever After, one of the better aspects of the realm, and the spring-time flowers that seemed to bloom at the exact time she needed them for her own (usually botched) potions.
Of course, this opinion soured slightly after her mother was captured.
She couldn't bear to return to the forest when it had reminded her of someone who was snatched away from her, especially at such a young age.
But now as she watches her princess counterpart sit in the meadow, surrounded by the woodland creatures the blonde had befriended, the witch couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. She held a hydrangea in her hand, a bewitchingly sapphire butterfly sat on its petals.