kissing death and loosing my breath

The young witch was hardly perturbed the lack of the woman's immediate presence, knowing all too well the distance that lie between the Ark and her home in the middle of town. It was plenty of time to allow water to boil in the kettle as she placed a soothing mixture of herbs within her small glass teapot. She leaned against the counter, gently massaging her temples with her long pristine fingertips, a soft sigh upon her lips as she let the minutes tick by ever so slowly within the comfortable silence of her town house. She glanced over her home and the disaster that she had struck within the neat orderliness of her world in her desperation to find a way to free herself from the canine, the thought alone made her lips press together in distaste. Quite frankly, Serafina wasn't certain what upset her more - the fact that her home had been dirtied in her quest or the wolf that she had somehow manage to bind herself too. Never the less, the young woman shook her head, allowing her attention to drift back towards the liquid in the tea cup, watching as it turned from transparent to a soft shade of green - ready for her consumption.

She was only just beginning to dissolve a spoonful of honey into her mug when she heard the front door open and yet, she hardly bothered to look within the direction of her entryway, knowing exactly who it would be. It wasn't until the woman's voice echoed from the kitchen's entryway that Serafina even bothered to acknowledge her presence, her hands wrapping around the warm mug as she turned to face the woman. For a moment, Serafina was silent, the weight of her stormy gaze watched the female that stood in her kitchen. Her last evening with the woman was still stained upon her memory - a blight too great that it oversaw all the other aspects of their relationship that had once perhaps been on the fringe of an obscure companionship. Now - however, she doubted they'd be capable of being anything more then mere acquaintances. Never the less, Serafina hardly voiced the thoughts that lingered so heavily upon her mind, instead handing the female a small cup of a peculiar luminescent red hue - it was quite clearly something with magical properties though weather or not it achieved Serafina's goal remained to be seen.

"No - just drink this." She stated simply, her warm mug still clutched preciously within her fingertips as she moved around her kitchen table, glancing at one of the many manuscripts that decorated it's surface. This latest effort came with the assistance of her ghastly mentor, whom had only seen fit to step in once he was fully aware of Serafina's intentions. It was no secret he had never been particularly fond of her wolverine companion. Their separation apparently was enough to coax the man into compliance and for the first time in a very long time, the warlock was being the guiding force within the young witch's life that he was supposed to. All Serafina could do was hope it worked.