“[color=lightblue]Stop![/color]” Naya begs before she can restrain herself, her voice betraying her true feelings as she stops herself from lurching forward. The witch’s jaw flexes as she clenches and unclenches her grip on the satchel strap, eyes focused on the small bit of fire that flickered close to the old tome. She knows she needs to answer the question, but another part of her also understands that this warrior of the light will likely not take kindly to the sort of magic her grimoire holds and may just turn it to cinder because she finds it impure.

“[color=lightblue]It's got everything from [i]‘To Restore Split Ends’[/i] all the way to [i]‘How to Forcibly Bind a Heart’,[/i][/color]” the brunette answers honestly after a pause, her gaze settling back on the other woman’s face. The eyes Naya had thought to be lovely only moments before she now finds to be hateful. “[color=lightblue]You can look for yourself. It is in your hands, fae-thing.[/color]” 

It had other things of course, that were much sillier in nature and would be considered useless and sentimental by some. Like her mother’s recipe for newt dumpling soup and all the favorite colors of every witch that had ever owned the grimoire before her, going all the way back to the first of their coven. [i]’How foolish I am,’[/i] Naya realizes as the lump begins to form in her throat. [i]’To let myself become so attached to something that can so easily be stolen away from me.’[/i]

Naya knows it's a mistake to admit it out loud, but she does it anyways. “[color=lightblue]...it was my mother’s,[/color]” she says quietly, her eyes dropping to stare at her feet.

If the other woman burned her grimoire now Naya would do everything in her power to set the whole Deathwood on fire, using the fae-creature’s body as tinder.

[@RiverMaiden][@Polaris North]