Continued from here | @a-morality
Lobco was by herself today; something which at times was awfully lonely, and something which at times she was grateful for so she could take that solitude to collect herself and have room to unleash all her pent up woes and frustrations.
Today she had been left with no particular task, and so she completed all her mundane duties of cleaning, taking inventory, and doing a little studying--all that had been work she had finished quite early and so when a knock came upon the door she was glad for the break in the lull.
Most likely it was a customer, it wouldn’t be unusual for someone to make their way over to the infamous Pitch WItch’s domain to request the use of her potions, her magic, or her translations (the latter of which Lobco usually took care of).
What she hadn’t been expecting when she opened the door was the sight of another witch. The familiar paused, for a moment thrown off by the multitude of eyes before reminding herself it in no way assured any association with the Red Sea. It was hardly as if it had copyrighted that particular theme, and she had met others both before and after its invasion that relied on such things.
Still. It was hard not to think about.
Fortunately the young woman gathered herself quickly and gave a small, polite bow of her head.
“Wecome to Lady Chlomaki’s abode. My lady is currently out at the moment, is there something I can assist you with?”
