#thecrowkeeper

Onyx Peak was quieter than usual, not silent, but quiet in the way that made Isolde slow her pace just enough to listen. She wasn't rushing to get home ⎯ not when the flames on the tips of her fingers were aching to burn something. Spending most day at the Pyreforge hadn't done it for her, no amount of weapons and jewelry she forged that day helped her relax. And with that thought in might, that same urge to burn everything around her, she caught a glimpse of her, the woman who ran. The woman who made a fool of her brother.

If it wasn't for Samuel, the Wendell girl wouldn't be alive today. He had made her promise, damn the demons below and as much as Isolde hated it.. she'd never break a promise she made to him. “Well, well,” Isolde called out, her voice light but edged with amusement, “I didn’t know they were letting you wander around without a protection spell now.” 

The bells chimed above the door the moment Aylin pushed it open, slowly walking inside. This warm sensation the room carried wasn't the usual found in places like this, and that made her ease into every step she took toward the middle of the store. Gazing over the old shelves, the trinkets, and the runes etched in silver and bone into the small displays, her gaze finally landed on the one person she was hoping would be here. “Hi... I mean, good morning.” Aylin muttered, still in awe, before she finally smiled, the warmest smile she could offer. This was stillwitch territory, and honestly, she was kind of afraid of touching anything.

“I need something,” she admitted as she stepped further in, voice softening. “Not for me. For someone else. A wolf.” Gods, how she wished this wouldn't cause any brows to raise, or worse — questions. “Something for protection. Doesn’t have to be flashy. Just has to work.”

"I'll cut straight to the chase." Azagi sat opposite Thera, knowing she was The Speaker for the witches and that, in the demon's mind, meant she was the one to go to for knowledge on witchcraft. "There's someone I want to protect. I want them to have some sort of talisman where, if they touch it, it lets me know they're in danger and their location, so I can get there to protect them. Is it within the realm of possibility?" She asked, leaving room for the other to answer before leaning forward. "If it helps your decision in telling me the truth, I am looking to protect a witch who cannot yet protect themselves. It's in both our interests."