[center][h1][color=9e0b0f]Alexis Farreacher[/color][/h1][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Cedar Ash Inn[hr][b]Interacting with:[/b] Callie Lenson[sub][@Caits][/sub][hr][hr]Alexis’ eyes were closed as she tried to sense with the magic tendrils. Yet strangely her magic was denied and repelled. As if some invisible force kept them away from the very walls. The young witch pushed against whatever barrier was erected until suddenly she did sense something. Something light and… amber.

[color=coral]"Greetings, young one"[/color]

Alexis her eyes shot open, surprised someone talked to her in such a gentle and warm tone so late. She looked up, seeing Callie. The woman who managed the Inn and shop. Did she see Alexis outside? Probably. In reaction, Alexis wanted to slam her book close to not look like a freak. But the minerals laid all over the pages would fly everywhere. She’d put too much work on them to just let them go flying. However, the must have sensed Callie approaching as well. The pages had shifted from full visible ink illuminated by the street lights to a blank page.

[color=coral]"The night is cold, would you like to come in for a hot drink? You can stay the night if you wish, Alexis"[/color]

She knew her name… nobody ever knew her name. Recently she only got called Wicca. A particularly nasty nickname. It was only when Callie mentioned the cold night that Alexis realized that it was indeed cold outside and that she was shivering pretty badly. Still carefully picking up the minerals and putting them in a special pouch she said: [color=9e0b0f]“I’d love to. Thank you.”[/color] Then Callie summoned the glowing orb of light. Alexis, the witch girl that never ever saw someone else perform magic, looked with her mouth wide open as Callie summoned the orb.

[color=coral]"I do have something to talk with you about, little witch"[/color]

Alexis dropped the pouch in her bag, together with the book but kept her eyes locked in amazement at Callie. She could barely believe it. Someone else like her and to think she visited the shop so often! For a moment a myriad of questions poured through her brain: who was she? Who taught her? How did she practice magic without minerals that stored her energy? Did she know her grandmother? Did she know about her? Does she know of the Grimoire? The little warlock was not entirely confident she could answer any of Callie’s questions. Whatever she learned of magic, she learned from the Grimoire, and she long suspected parts were missing or it withheld certain truths.

Dutifully she walked towards the Inn but kept switching her gaze from the orb to Callie to the Inn and back to the orb again. For a moment she wanted to reach out towards the glowing entity. Just to hold it like she held her dream wisp. But then she realized it might be rude to just take someone else’s magic. So she pulled her arm back. Other questions kept raging through her. Should she sleep there? She didn’t really have any money on hand but maybe she could pay Callie back? But what would her dad say!?

[color=9e0b0f]“I –euhm- The spell broke when I opened my eyes.”[/color] The warlock girl suddenly remembered to answer Callie’s statement. Right then she also realized that just making those magic tendrils try to enter her home wasn’t a very polite thing either. [color=9e0b0f]“Can… can I ask you some questions?”[/color] Alexis asked sheepishly as she took up at the witch while taking a seat. Would Callie actually entertain her with some answers? That was also when her thoughts took a bit of a darker turn. What if Callie knew she had no more magic to spend? The wisp was gone and so was all her magic in her minerals. She was practically defenseless, especially as she left her knife at home. But no, that was paranoid thinking… was it?[/center]