The crow sits perched on a tree limb, an unknowing vessel that Lila has latched onto in order to peer in through the window of the building she intends to break into later. It’s not a perfect angle, but it is the closest she can find without giving herself away directly. But the winged creature is under no obligations to hold still simply for Lila’s sake, and soon she finds it taking off in flight, soaring further and further away from her intended target until— she snaps back into her body like a rubber band, consciousness returned and no longer sitting with the blankness life-sized doll on the park bench. Lila moves to rub her forehead from the brief strain, before noticing she is not as alone as when she had begun. The water witch jumps in surprise, her body shifting away from the other person instinctively. “Forgive me, I did not realize you were there. You frightened me,” she says, clutching at her chest lightly. ( @corinthbaystarters )
“What were you doing?” She’s taking breaks pouring over notes between jobs by just assessing local floral, perking it up here and there if it needs it but the woman, the other witch, had caught her attention. She’d just been sort of staring off into space and Jazz had stopped short of the park bench she’d been on out of curiosity. It’s a long shot to see someone else disassociating and assume they too might be having a vision….But there’s a little spark of hope. “Sorry, I just…” Feeling sheepish at her near outburst, she looks to the ground and then back to the woman’s face. “I kinda know what that’s like. The just staring thing. It’s magic, right?”
