Maybe she has some stamina thing to build up with various endurance training type things – she's not the most athletic, she definitely needs to work on that to make it anywhere – or maybe it's due to her body not being used to the magic or something.

She's not sure. She does a few more rocks, trying to smile instead of looking exhausted.

Eventually it becomes clear she's done for now.

The guy looks at the rubble and muses, "Didn't work quite how I expected... Still, close enough. And it looked really cool." And she is paid.

"Thanks," she responds with a smile, and then off she goes.

What time is it?

Roughly lunchtime.

Would she like an entourage again? With a higher little-kid-ratio. Because walking through the town while being a shiny Witch is a way to get one.

She's tired but can try to smile at them anyway! Hi kids!

One of them has a broom. His mom's broom.

She can fly now, right?

She actually hasn't yet and it's taken her a while to get the hang of her new abilities! She can do lights though.

… A light. Maybe not plural, she's a bit tired.

The light show might have to be interrupted... Because that, to the east, is not a bird. The grey-and-red uniform doesn't much resemble feathers, and the lack of wings and shape of a broomstick is telling.

Evelyn looks over at it – assesses – and then apologizes to the kids but she has to be somewhere.

The Witch seems to be heading to the abbey.

… Hm.

Evelyn goes to tell her mother and make sure she has the things she needs collected together.

Who knows how much she'll be able to take with her? Might be best to pack light. Then again, maybe not - Witches can carry a lot of stuff.

Backpack, at least, and then try to figure out what else she might want to take if there's room to do so. Low estimates.

After about an hour, the Witch lands in the village square, dismounts the not-quite-broom she was riding with soldierly precision, smooths her pants (pants!) and calls out, "I am looking for Evelyn Devillers. I was told she lives in this village, and is a Witch."

One of the boys nearby, looks about fifteen, leans up from what he's doing, looks over at her, and then jumps to his feet.

"She does, ma'am! I can show you to her home?"

"Please do."

Her bow clacks in its case on her back as she moves to follow.

He starts moving down one of the paths, pausing to check she follows. A few other people watch.

"There is no cause for alarm, by the way. I'm just here to discuss a young Witch's options."

"– Yes, ma'am." He nods, but still carries on a little skittishly.

"Actually, while I'm here, I don't suppose there is a fletcher or bowyer in this village? We use immense quantities of bows and arrows. Waiting for them to come to us has stopped being quick enough."

The boy stops and pauses and hesitates then gestures vaguely back the way they came. "Uh – Monsieur Henrique?"

Sharp nod. "I'll have a chat with him. Thank you. Is this Mademoiselle Evelyn's house?"

"She's just – over there." He points at a house a few doors down from where they currently are. "Should I go back?"

"Go if you wish - I just needed directions. Thank you."

He nods fervently. "Of course, milady." And then off he goes.

The front door to the Devillers household appears to be open.