There was something undeniably alluring at the prospect of royalty, a pull that even Serafina was not immune to. Perhaps it was the inexhaustible wealth, or maybe the enigma of them all, or perhaps even the authority - regardless, the young witch found herself altogether inquisitive to see that royalty she had heard so much about. The metropolis itself had been in quite the upheaval when it was announced the painfully handsome Italian King was getting married, much less retreating to the city limits here out of all the places in the entirety of the world. It was him, Serafina was certain of, that Brennan was speaking of. It had to be - unless the man had been lied to. Although now that she was thinking of it, Brennan was hardly the type to check into the details of these sort of things either, she could very well be setting herself up to meet a swindler with some aspiration of giving a desperate man a book in exchange for what little Brennan had left. No, it was best for Serafina to accompany to judge the authenticity of both this King and his book for herself. For a moment, her stormy-grey gaze settled upon the roguish fellow ahead of her, as if she was contemplating the very title he might have. "Darling, " She started, drawing out the word like some aristocrat, "you wouldn't know high society if you were in the middle of it." She teased him, even if she hadn't truly meant the maliciousness within her almost demeaning tone.

Brennan's own attempt to take on that almost posh demeanor prompted a feminine giggle upon her lips, her eyes rolling ever at the man's very antics. Her head shook ever so slightly and quickly, she dismissed that fleeting glimpse of playfulness between the pair as her attention turned fully to the business back at hand. A contemplative glimpse crossed her features before she uttered that list of objects she would require to encase the demonic intensity of the casting circle with a protective barrier of her own. That list, however, seemed wholly lost upon Brennan, prompting a description of just why she had chosen such seemingly ineffective items when the impact of a flamethrower was far more appealing. That disappointment was hardly unnoticed by the woman and yet, there was a certain art of stealthy precision that Serafina relished in. Her magic alone was specialized in the art of the unseen, even though Serafina herself was far from an unnoticeable woman in any aspect. She was quick to assign him to the very creation of those items while Serafina herself saw to the few articles she required that the forest itself would surely be capable of offering her. After all, coming from the earth likely held more of a potency of existing magic then the empty shell of items Brennan's creations would be - ready for her filling.

Her stormy gaze traced the forest floor as she wandered further from the man, her irises roving over every inch of ground in hunt of her feather. In her own astute hunt, she had hardly noticed the way the portal rippled behind her, much less the creature that had so quickly bound through and landed upon the ground of their world with such striking silence. In fact, it wasn't until the creature had all but attacked Brennan that she noticed it, the man's bellow so quickly caused her to twist upon the ball of her feet, only to watch in horror as the monstrosity threatened to maul him. His name was upon her lips before she realized it, the young witch all but racing towards him frantically as her manicured fingers filled with her very affinity, she was, perhaps, too late to save him and yet, at that moment, logic simply didn't exist within her panic. It took her a moment to register the almost friendly manner in which Brennan suddenly seemed to greet the...the....thing - as if he knew it? A frown crossed her lips, her water all but falling upon the ground, soaking the dirt in front of her as she stared at man and beast in a baffled fashion. Her eyebrow rose precariously high at the sudden introductions she was afforded. He had made a friend....with some weirdo dog....in another dimension...and it had followed him here. Of course, it had. A soft sigh left her lips as her fingers rose to her temples. "Oh. My. God. Brennan." Each syllable was punctuated, her heart still hammering in her chest out of fear for the man.

"Look, if you're gonna keep the thing we'll have to do something to make it look...normal. You can't just be walking around the street with that thing. The hunters would be on you in seconds." She pointed out before waving her hand, clearly, that was a battle for after....all of this. How did Brennan always bring her so much work? "Take your dog thing and go over...there." Serafina gestured loosely towards the area outside of that red glowing circle, moving the man sufficiently enough away to allow the witch to actually work her magic. She reached for the rather large bag of salt that Brennan had created for her, the ivory granules near falling from her hand as she tried to slowly craft a large circle upon the ground, larger than the blood red stained ground that kept that portal open. It took her several trips back before that salt circle was completed, only for the woman to wander with purpose towards those objects she had requested from him. Steadily she moved around the circle, placing her rock first, followed by her feather, her cinnamon stick, and finally, the seashell. It was with a soft sigh that Serafina returned to her bowl, filling it with water before she too stepped out of that magic circle she was but moments from creating.

She turned towards that feather, her voice enunciating with clarity amongst the silence of the forest. "Spirits of Air, I call on you." She shifted on the balls of her feet, moving fluidly to face each item as she called them out in turn. "Spirits of Fire, I call on you. Spirits of Water, I call on you. Spirits of Earth, I call on you." The very weight of that magic near saturated the very air, just ready for her taking. Slowly, she dipped her finger in that bowl of water, the latin now flowing freely from her lips as she traced that very same circle within her element. The salt in front of her began to glow a luminous blue, the very brightness of such only steadily growing until it seemed more akin to white fire. The very intricate pattern of her own magic was so etched into the ground before, suddenly and abruptly, it was merely gone, that salt all but absorbed into the earth, swallowing with it that foreboding red circle. For one simple moment, it almost seemed all over again as if nothing was amiss. Serafina reached for her bag, pulling out a vial. She dipped it into the water in her hands, filling it before a lid was placed on it and her water dumped out onto the ground. "All right, all done...now let's get back to my home and we can see to that....thing of yours." Her stormy gaze shifted back towards the hellhound in a truly judgmental fashion, as if she was still unsure of its existence despite it's lolled tongue and beaming features.

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