Naya blinks, dumbstruck as the angel tucks six of his own feathers into her hand. [i]’That’s it?’[/i] she thinks as he tells her how he doesn't want anything in exchange and that his name is Angelo. He even says she is lovely, which only serves to make her more suspicious. She was no angel or vampire, nor was she one of the fae folk, so her features were pretty run of the mill. Sure, she looked fine enough for a human but compared to the more ethereal creatures of this world she was about as lovely as a potato sack.

“Tcht,” Naya clicks her tongue, opening her coat to safely store the feathers in the breast pocket of her apron. “Thank you, Angelo, I’ll put them to good use. But I can not take them for nothing. I don’t much like to be owing anyone a debt,” she explains, pausing as he brought the instrument back to his lips and continued to play for the little ones. The armored man from earlier was sitting next to them, his helmet removed, revealing dark skin and a ruggedly cut jaw line. The witch couldn’t be certain what sort of creature he was, but whatever it was put her on edge, so she assumed he must be one of the races that made their meals out of humans.

As long as he wasn’t a werewolf, Naya figured they’d be fine.

“Here,” Naya murmured, digging through her coat pockets and pulling out a small envelope of dried herbs, reaching forward and brazenly tucking it into the angel’s belt, not giving him a chance to decline. “Pour that in hot water and let it steep, then strain. It will help your body mend quicker once you’re on your side of the border,” the brunette instructs. “Be sure to drink the whole thing or it won’t have much of an effect.”

She had quite a few questions for him, like if plucking feathers hurt or how quickly they could regrow, but Angelo seemed determined to play his instrument so she decided it was best not to pester him too much right now. Maybe if she was nice enough he’d let her examine him sometime, maybe even let her have some of his blood... 

She only had two spells that called for angel blood in her grimoire, both written in her mother’s elegant script. Naya had never witnessed them before, but it would be exciting to try them.

“That’s my shop,” she continues after a moment, jerking her chin towards, [i][b]’Ashgrave Aromatics,’[/b][/i]. “If you’re ever in need of something or a place to rest for a bit, stop by, yeah?” She paused, realizing she's never introduced herself. "I'm Naya, best alchemist in town."

Caezel might argue that last bit, but she sort of liked to mess with him a little.

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