Most ponies that knew Spirit knew that she didn’t lock her doors. Never had it really been her downfall. But, she had also seemed to grow rather confident that nopony would ever decide to visit. After all, she was the Witch! Who would want to see her? She was ‘evil’ or something, according to most of the town and surrounding areas! The only visitors she had gotten were various Witch Hunters, who could easily be turned away with but a single gesture.
So, here she was, lazing about in the front room, blinds shut, laying on her back, a book in her front hooves and her hind hooves parted, pretty much displaying herself to whoever decided to walk in the door.
Calming winds soothed the wide area inside the Everfree Forest. It continued on as a skinny stallion is sitting against a tree behind him. Underweight with his ribs against his skin partially. It seems he’s poor or homeless based upon his appearance. He didn’t do nothing but stay seated to relax his mind. Push away anything to slow things down for a change. A chance to clear up his thoughts to think clearly.
Though it was hard for creatures with hooves to creep, changelings were usually light enough to get by. Two of them had positioned themselves behind the tree he was leaning against as quietly as they could. While a third took the direct route.
“Sstrange place for a pony to sstay.” He said, trotting right in front of him to grin triumphantly.