The crisp scent of winter clung to the air as Corrdelia woke from her slumber. Autumn did not stay long, although it usually never did. Leaves changed in a blink of an eye and the trees shed with the blustering wind. The earth crawled into its den to hibernate for the season, but this would not be the case for Corr. It was very tempting to give in, stay inside where it was warm and sleep until the world came alive again.
Within her cluttered home were bottles and bottles of stored herbs and elixirs. She stared at them now, organizing some that had fallen over and eyeing the stock to see if she had missed gathering anything she might need. Her time was nearly out to grab anything else, but she may get lucky and not everything would've been ruined from the first frost. Thankfully it looked like all the important herbs were all set, although she noticed she could always use some more lavender.
A caw echoed off the walls as her crow familiar flew in from the roof. There was a hole just small enough for the bird to come in without anything else getting into Corr's home. Hāsta came down and landed on her perch that stuck out from one of the ceiling beams, eyeing Corrdelia as usual.
"Did you find anything interesting?" she asked, not taking her eyes off of her task.
"Well, I saw a bunny get taken out by a hawk, but that was about it.""
"Poor dear. Were you able to find something for yourself to eat?"
"A little, but the pickings are slim this time of year… I hate winter."
"For the record, you hate everything," Corr replied with a laugh, then gestured towards the counter in the kitchen. "I thought you might get unlucky, so I put together some stuff for you. It's over there."
Without another word, the crow flew over to the pile of dried fruit and nuts. It was her own version of "trail mix" that she kept in stock often enough just in case her friend got hungry. Although Hāsta rarely said thank you, she knew the bird appreciated it.
When Corr was satisfied that everything was in order, she turned back around and decided it was time to tidy up her crystals. It was always important for her to make sure everything was in order to keep the aura of the room clear. Also, disorganized crystals made for not so great energy during readings. She didn't get very far before she heard a knock on the door. Her gray ears twitched and she looked up, trying to see who they were from the window. However, it was just a bit too dark to make out a form.
"Come in, the door is open!" she called to the stranger.
Curiosity stirred within her as she wondered who that might be. Hopefully, it'd be a potential customer. It had been a little while since she had tapped into her psychic abilities for someone else and she was itching to do it again.
(Corr's house description for reference)
@Juniper
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Within her cluttered home were bottles and bottles of stored herbs and elixirs. She stared at them now, organizing some that had fallen over and eyeing the stock to see if she had missed gathering anything she might need. Her time was nearly out to grab anything else, but she may get lucky and not everything would've been ruined from the first frost. Thankfully it looked like all the important herbs were all set, although she noticed she could always use some more lavender.
A caw echoed off the walls as her crow familiar flew in from the roof. There was a hole just small enough for the bird to come in without anything else getting into Corr's home. Hāsta came down and landed on her perch that stuck out from one of the ceiling beams, eyeing Corrdelia as usual.
"Did you find anything interesting?" she asked, not taking her eyes off of her task.
"Well, I saw a bunny get taken out by a hawk, but that was about it.""
"Poor dear. Were you able to find something for yourself to eat?"
"A little, but the pickings are slim this time of year… I hate winter."
"For the record, you hate everything," Corr replied with a laugh, then gestured towards the counter in the kitchen. "I thought you might get unlucky, so I put together some stuff for you. It's over there."
Without another word, the crow flew over to the pile of dried fruit and nuts. It was her own version of "trail mix" that she kept in stock often enough just in case her friend got hungry. Although Hāsta rarely said thank you, she knew the bird appreciated it.
When Corr was satisfied that everything was in order, she turned back around and decided it was time to tidy up her crystals. It was always important for her to make sure everything was in order to keep the aura of the room clear. Also, disorganized crystals made for not so great energy during readings. She didn't get very far before she heard a knock on the door. Her gray ears twitched and she looked up, trying to see who they were from the window. However, it was just a bit too dark to make out a form.
"Come in, the door is open!" she called to the stranger.
Curiosity stirred within her as she wondered who that might be. Hopefully, it'd be a potential customer. It had been a little while since she had tapped into her psychic abilities for someone else and she was itching to do it again.
(Corr's house description for reference)
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