She knew little how he suffered in the heady haze of incense and under the glow of magic. Suffused into this lifestyle, she only knew the calming aroma clouding the small store. But there was little she could do about his discomfort, even if it became apparent. In his tone, as Max joked about saving cats from trees, she only registered the humor and chuckled at the stereotype. How many cats were really saved from trees, anyway?
As the conversation turned to Spiritum, the witch’s grin widened. “Yes, thank you.” She wouldn’t be drawn into specifics, but the books were no longer in the red. She had developed a following amongst those who bought such trinkets, and a more dedicated following amongst those who understood how to use them.
“And what brings you here today?” Serafina’s voice rose in question; he hadn’t come here to see her after all. “Looking for anything specific?”
As the conversation turned to Spiritum, the witch’s grin widened. “Yes, thank you.” She wouldn’t be drawn into specifics, but the books were no longer in the red. She had developed a following amongst those who bought such trinkets, and a more dedicated following amongst those who understood how to use them.
“And what brings you here today?” Serafina’s voice rose in question; he hadn’t come here to see her after all. “Looking for anything specific?”