"Still a witch. So yeah, not so much 'ignorance' as, you know, 'situational awareness'." She twirled her pipe in her fingers, half to shape a smoke ring and half to hide the bastardized hand seal she curled a few fingers into, activating a low-energy personal transport seal stained into a nearby tree bough. "And right; I think I should have asked 'what do you want from my forest', right?" The forest canvassed over with her prototyped and finished seals.