The bird hooted again, his head bobbing and Briar just smiling as she reached over and scratched behind his head, “What are you doing, he really seems warm to you which isn't normal for him, ” she asked, a delicate brow raised as she inquired what magic he was using on her familiar; was it just charm?
“Well...witches, mages, arcanist...all those work as they mean the same thing, ” she explained before both brows lifted, “Really? And what do you hunt or whom do you hunt? ”
“Well...witches, mages, arcanist...all those work as they mean the same thing, ” she explained before both brows lifted, “Really? And what do you hunt or whom do you hunt? ”