Men.
Such odd, fragile creatures that thrived off things that were so meaningless, pathetic, and disgusting. They were obviously the far less superior sex... so weak. A thousand thoughts ran through the witches head as she looked down at the sleeping man. Her face twisted with disgust and annoyance.
“How pathetic....I can’t believe you summoned me of all people in this world...” she hissed at the slumbering figure, “You haven’t the slightest idea about what just got yourself into.”
The witch raised a leg up and gently set her foot on the small mattress, carful not to wake the man. She hoisted herself up and straddled the human. Leaning over him, getting a good look at his peaceful, she brushed some strands of hair off his forehead. She placed her other hand on his pillow by his head. The black ash from her hands and feet smudged all over the sheets.
“Wake up, holy man.”
@3-oranges