#witchsbrand

“ hey lady decima, can i ask you a silly question ? ” carefully, you roll the map up in your hands, silver eyes looking down at the witch with a genuine curiosity. “ do ya think there’s something . . . wrong with my father ? like, somthin’s really off ? ”

“ why are you looking at me like that, lady decima . . . ” a pause, as a cream and honey covered berry dangles rather precariously from his fork. “ has lord xander finally called for my head ? ”

“ professor decima ? ” your fingers twine a lock of blue hair between them, brown eyes staring at the teacher in the low light of the classroom. “ do... do you have a moment to speak ? ”

“ you l-look awfully troubled, p-professor decima ... ” you smile, attempting to be disarming towards her- but feel like a fool instead. “ i kn-know i look awful, but i didn’t think it was th-that bad. ”

“ decima. ” you don’t bother with too much formality.  “ have you anything to report ? ”

“ there is no cause for worry, lady decima. ” a quiet laugh. a hand gestures forward to the tactician, a smile worn on your face. “ please, feel free to sit down. have a cup of tea with me. ”

“ eh ? me ? ” you point at yourself, crumbs on your cheek. “ ‘m just eating a snack right now, why do you ? ”