"you’re hard to miss——" the magician leaned back, the brim of her hat casting shadows over piercing blue eyes. ".. chaos magic leaves a mark, you know. even across dimensions. when someone starts bending reality like a deck of cards, it doesn’t go unnoticed. not by people— like me."
her voice was calm, but the words carried a weight that settled in the air. she’d heard the stories—fragments of stories within their community about a witch with power vast enough to unmake the fabric of existence. a familiar warning had echoed in her mind, constantine’s gravelly voice tinged with uncharacteristic seriousness; "tha' one aint just trouble, zee. she a reckonin' waiting to happen."
"but you already knew that, right?" a faint smirk touched her gentle lips, the kind that hinted at secrets and traps already laid. "you wouldn’t have chosen this place if you didn’t know exactly what kind of attention you attract. hiding in a den of shadows where no one truly disappears? bold choice." she continued after a short breath. "so, tell me, witch—are you running, or are you daring someone to catch up?"