“[color=lightblue]Hm…,[/color]” she hums as they make their way through Minora. The other citizens give them a wide berth, one older gentleman even going so far as to spit at Naya’s feet before starting to cross to the other side of the road. The witch just grins at him, all teeth, before blowing him a kiss just to irritate him. The stranger shudders and hurries along at a brisker pace than earlier. 

“[color=lightblue]...Witches believe enchanted objects have...[/color]” Naya pauses here, her face going red as she floundered to find the correct words to explain it. Most people she had told this to in the past had laughed at her because it was so sentimental. “[color=lightblue]...erm, I suppose you’d call it awareness? Empathy? I don’t know, I can’t explain it,[/color]” She grumbles, rubbing her hands over her face as they come to edge of the Deathwood, the hemlock trees swaying ominously in the winter winds. 

“[color=lightblue]Anyways, what I’m trying to say is they have favorite people,[/color]” the green eyed woman tells him, reaching out and letting her fingers trail over the old wooden [i]’WARNING: DANGEROUS TERRITORY, KEEP OUT!’[/i] sign as they started past it. “[color=lightblue]Like your armor,[/color]” Naya stops, letting Uriel catch up so she could tap the coal colored plating of his arm. “[color=lightblue]If I put it on it might still serve its purpose, but it wouldn’t be as strong as it is when you wear it. There is no one living that your armor would rather serve...It is very happy to be in your service, Uriel.[/color]”

““[color=lightblue]It’s the same for that pendant,[/color]” the witch explains, hanging close to the wingless demon’s side as they continued further into the woods. She was pretty helpless without her spear or grimoire, so she really was relying on him completely to keep her safe. “[color=lightblue]Well, it would have been most compatible with the man I made it for. I used his blood in the spell, afterall. But it seems very content to accompany you.[/color]”

Actually, the pendant told her that there was one other that it would protect and love with all of it’s being, but the chances of Naya finding them was slim, given how huge the kingdom of darkness was. Uriel was a close second though and the witch could practically feel the magical energy from the little necklace undulating in joy. 

The path splits and Naya steers the armored man down the left one. ““[color=lightblue]Not much longer now,[/color]” she murmurs, her breath coming out as a fog in the chilly air. They’d already been walking for an hour now, the burdock thicket would be in sight soon enough.

[@Polaris North]((Uriel))