It was late at night...
There were no stars in the night sky above Limgrave. The only thing overhead was the enormous canopy of the Erdtree, so vast it seemed to cover the entire sky.
At that moment, it was giving off a faint golden glow, taking the place of the stars and providing the world with the barest hint of light.
Just then, a Witch in a Cloak and hood sat astride a horned horse on a hillside, silently watching a spot in the distant woods.
She sat so still that she seemed to blend completely into the night. Only the occasional twitch of her mount's mane or swish of its tail showed that she and her steed were living creatures, not some phantasmal shadows.
And if a certain troublesome little girl had been there, she might well have cried out in surprise, ordered a certain bear named Tibbers to seize the Witch with one swipe, then pinned her to the ground, pulled down her pants, and given her a good spanking.
That's right!
The Witch on the horned horse, gazing toward the distant woods, was none other than Merlin, the very Witch who had secretly used Teleport while Annie was asleep last night. Her mount was the ugly horned horse she had tried to send away, only to have it rejected and scorned: Torrent.
Of course, in the eyes of a certain troublesome little girl, it wasn't a horned horse, nor was it a spirit steed. It was a cow through and through!
That's right, a cow. It had horns, after all, and looked just like a yak!?
Anyway, whether it was one or not, if a certain troublesome little girl said it was a cow, then a cow it was. It didn't matter if it wasn't; no