There would not be a better chance for her and a smile would cross the black haired woman’s face as she silently watched the figure, leaning up against a tree, fast asleep. The pictures in the magazine had not done the bunny girl justice and the witch's eyes could not help but briefly wander across the girl’s form. Ever since she had read that article, Medeia had become somewhat obsessed with the sleeping rabbit and she had slowly become more and more captivated, until it had reached the point now where she just had to respond to it. She had researched thoroughly and was fully prepared for what she had to do and now, with the sound of the festival to mask her presence, the moment had finally come for her to put her plan into motion.
The park was empty besides the two of them and without a sound, the witch would gently descend from the tree where she had been watching from and land beside the dozing rabbit. The poor girl looked incredibly pale, an effect of the equinox or so she had been led to believe from her research. It was unfortunate in a way that she was so sickly but it did make things so much easier for her and that took precedence over her personal feelings or to be more specific, urges. Her smile would widen and she was sorely tempted to stroke the beautiful ears of the rabbit but that would just have to wait.
Tapping into her magic, Medeia would conjure a coil of purple rope, before starting to sing in order to make sure that her target would remain asleep while she went about her work although considering how deeply the bunny was sleeping, she could probably have slept through an earthquake, with or without the witch's help. However, it was always best to be sure and once she was, the fallen angel would begin to bind the rabbit’s arms and legs firmly, preferring to do it with her own hands rather than magically. Medeia tied her with a grace that came from years of experience although she did not make them excruciatingly tight, as that would not give off the impression that she wished to portray. The whole procedure only took a few moments and she was soon standing back up to admire her work. The bunny girl was now a pretty and perfectly tied package, just waiting to be unwrapped.
Satisfied and after a brief glance around her to make sure the coast was clear, Medeia would then gently pick up the sleeping rabbit and fly off, a large pair of purple coloured wings appearing with a simple thought. She had already scouted out a place where she could take the dozing bunny and the two were soon leaving the still buzzing Crocus for the far quieter forests that surrounded it. The witch would swiftly fly through through the trees until she came across a rather large cave that she had chosen, the perfect place to chat with the rabbit. Eventually, she planned to make a far longer trip with her captivating captive but for now, this would do nicely.
With a soft chuckle, Medeia would fly straight through the cave entrance, before coming to a gentle stop next to her base camp, where she had taken to staying during her trip. No animal would dare enter the cave and it was perfectly safe.
Gently placing the bunny on the ground for a moment, Medeia would then turn and start fiddling around with her equipment, pleased with how things were proceeding.