Once her customer is taken care of and they had negotiated a price (He was to fetch her fresh cat’s claw from his side of the forest for the next couple of weeks...and as many newts as he could get his little hands on.) Naya washes the blood off her hands and dries them on her apron. As she is cleaning off the table and ritual site, the sound of muted music trickles into shop. “What…?” she murmurs, eyebrows knitting together as she goes to the window, shifting the curtain to better examine the situation.

...There was an angel in the square. An actual, real life, [i]goddamn[/i] angel in the square.

Naya had only ever seen a handful before and with good reason. While there weren’t any laws prohibiting certain races from entering Minora, it was common knowledge that the children of light were looked down on as lesser beings by most of the town folk. Curiosity wins out and the witch pulls on her gloves and heavy wool coat, winding a dark scarf around her neck before heading out into the cold, being sure to lock the door behind her, even though it wasn't really necessary. The shop was weighed down with no less than half a dozen warding and protection spells. It could hold it's own against most intruders. 

The angel continues his song, either oblivious or heedless of the dark looks that he’s getting from all manner of creatures. There is group of children giggling and swaying around him, also naive to what a peculiar sight they make. Honestly, the kids were probably the only reason a street brawl hadn’t started up yet.

There is also a creature in a lovely set of armor behind them, but Naya can’t make out their features through the helmet.

“Excuse me, bird beast,” Naya starts when the child of light finishes his song. The witch muscles her way through the crowd and stands closer than what is considered polite, appraising the angel. God, he was so [i]clean[/i] looking, it was almost hateful. Her hand snaps forward and she runs it over the tip of his wing, marveling at the soft, downy texture. “What price would I have to pay for ten of these feathers?”

In reality the human wanted a whole wing, but he would probably make a scene if she asked for that. Oh, but she could make so many potions and Caezel would be so [i][b]jealous[/b][/i].  Were angel bones hollow like birds, or were they just like humans? Was their magic in their blood like hers, or did they draw it from a different source? So many questions. Maybe she’d visit a battlefield soon and pilfer a fresh angel cadaver. Wouldn’t it be enchanting, to dissect one and find out what made them tick? 

But for the most part she tried not to harm the living (well, animals and werewolves excluded...), so she settled on tugging insistently on his wing, firm but not hard enough to cause much discomfort. “Well?” she asked impatiently, her dark green eyes meeting his much brighter ones. 

[@Jangel13] [@King Atlas]