#mindofstrix

“Pretty day!?” The question sounded harsher than he intended. It was possibly a side-effect of being chronically irritated. Strix stopped in his tracks to face the young woman, studying her in that half-bored, half-distracted way he had. People who had been with  him for long would know that it was best not to interrupt him when he looked like that.  “I’ve never heard someone call it pretty”, the professor continued eventually. “Good. Nice. Beautiful. It’s hardly ever a pretty day” As he looked over the fence and past her figure, he discovered at least part of the reason. Her cottage stood out among the other residences. It was as if this entire patch of land was frozen in time. She is a dreamer, he thought to himself, she is living in a fairytale. Strix almost even apologized for his manners but reminded himself in time that this wouldn’t be necessary. “Where are you from?”

Daisy blinked a little at the reaction from the man, russet head tipped to the side in confusion. If she had still been a slave she would have instantly apologized for what was an obvious blunder, for whatever reason. Even as a mistress now there was still that almost gut reaction. But not today; she was in no mood to be sorry for not doing anything wrong. "Guess you don't get out much then huh?" She replied instead, with a small smile. "I hear that all the time. And a day can be pretty" The witch insisted with a small shrug. The way that he was so intently observing her made Daisy squirm just a little as her grip tightened unconsciously on her wand. "Kansas. Alta Vista, it's a little town" She answered proudly. "What about you? I'm Daisy"