The witch and her dragon were sat at the opening of the cave, bathing in the sunlight and enjoying the peace.

The witch hummed as she flicked through a rather old looking spell book, twirling a bit of her hair around her finger. “I wonder where all my transmutation spells went..~? Maybe Blaxon still has all the books..~?”

The witch yawned as she stretched her arms above her head, heading into town to make a visit to Blaxon to see if he still had her spell books from years back. “He better be the one to have them..”

The witch was leaving the apartment that Blaxon lived in with a little silk pouch small enough to slip into her pocket, the pouch filled with a few herbs Blaxon had grown. “Guess it’s good old Beno that has the books.. great..”

The witch had arrived at the mansion that housed the vampires, looking up at the magnificent building with a hum. “Still as breathtaking as ever I see..~”

The witch took a deep breath before raising a hand and extending a finger to the doorbell that she knew had been broken for decades. A small bolt of electric shot from her fingertip and into the doorbell, the ringing that had been silent for so many years echoing from inside.

The witch waited since she knew how big it was inside, knowing it could take a short while for someone to get to the door. When it finally opened and her eyes met with Beno’s she simply stated, “my transmutation books.. I thought Blaxon had them but they might actually be here..”

The witch grumbled as she carried her books home, stopping of at Blaxon’s apartment again to give the mage one of the books that she didn’t need then carried on her journey.

The witch was sat on her couch, books stacked up on either side of her and one in her hand that she was currently reading. It was her transmutation books and she had little bookmarks on several of the pages of each book.

The witch hummed as she tapped a pencil against her lips, glancing at a piece of paper on the desk in front her. It had a drawing of a girl on it. “I wonder how my little witch is doing..~?”

The witch finished off her drawing and placed her pencil down, lifting the paper to look at the image of the girl on it with a smile. “My sweet little Cassy..~ when will you visit me again..~?”

The witch sighed as she walked about the woods, twirling hair around her finger with a pout on her lips. “I can sense you Cassy.. why are you hiding from me..?”

The witch seemed to be in a mood, sat against a tree as she made patches of flowers around her grow and die a few times over. She knew one of her apprentices was close by but knew she couldn’t do anything about it.

It had been a while since she had seen any of her long ‘graduated’ students and she wondered how they were doing. She knew at least two of them were in the city nearby but she didn’t know if she would be welcomed if she visited.

The witch was tempted to go down into the city for a simple walk around but the weather wasn’t ideal for her. It was misty and that dampened her powers so maybe it wasn’t her day to make surprise visits.

The female witch sighed as she walked the streets of the town she lived on the outskirts of. She had been sensing another witch in the town recently and their aura felt very similar to one of her students that had ran away not too long ago.

What songs do you love… The ones that speak about love’s thirst, or about a time that has passed?