kissing death and loosing my breath

The young witch was getting used to the change in scenery that the move of her business had provided her. It had taken far longer than she had anticipated to so organize the shop into anything that was remotely useable. Her customer base had remained surprisingly loyal to her, willing enough to travel the extra distance to continue purchasing her spelled wares and peculiar antiques. All in all, her world was continuing to flourish both personally and professionally. After all, things between herself and Raven were working out to a certain extent and the young woman was continuing to blossom into the prolific witch she was surely capable of becoming. She had only just finally given in to the simple fact that the undead remained within her realm of control just as she too had finally accepted that perhaps ignoring them was not a viable solution for them. Today, rather, whilst the shop was entirely empty, the young girl had made a point to make friends with the newest ghastly creature that haunted her store, actually coaxing it to help her with the cleaning whilst her equally as transparent mentor settled on the stool behind the counter complaining about her choice to move his store to something that was entirely cliche.

In a way, Serafina had found a sort of contentment with the souls of the undead. For once, she was so willing to engage the pair in conversation, directing the ghost with his dusting whilst altogether defending her decision to move to a much bigger place. It was only in the silence of her vacant store that she felt comfortable being entirely herself. Davante and now Raven too were perhaps the only souls that knew of this secret she so kept from the world - the secret of what she was capable of doing and seeing. Davante alone was a thought that had weighed heavily upon her mind of late. The witch was hardly oblivious to the man's disappearance within her life, much less his store. The warehouse she had purchased had come with it's own inherited crates of weapon supplies. She had intended to discuss them with him, knowing he could make better use of the inventory. Up until that point, Serafina had merely considered perhaps he had become too busy with his own life to bother much with hers, regardless of the arguable adventures the two had together. The emptiness of his store, however, had brought a renewed sense of concern for the woman.

It was the sound of the bell over the door that grabbed the young witch's attention, her words ending mid sentence as she looked sharply up. She heard the clatter of the duster in the row closest to the wall, knowing well the ghost had dropped it if only because, well, no one appreciated a floating duster. A small frown marred her lips as her stormy gaze settled upon an unfamiliar figure, the woman hardly oblivious to the way the blonde had turned the sign upon her door over. It wasn't often someone presumed to be so audacious with her and certainly this action alone saw her eyebrows rise. She hardly recognized the girl with the exception of that peculiar feeling of familiarity that invaded her soul at the sight of those bright blue eyes. Her attention remained steadfast upon the woman as she approached. She was hardly oblivious to the fact that the woman knew her name, clearly she'd done her research. Everything about this seemed to suggest that whatever this woman wanted, a large sum of money would be involved. At least, that was her experience with such actions as these. "Oh? How can I be of service to you?" She inquired, her voice filled with that clipped professionalism before, for a brief moment, the girl's demeanor faltered as her stormy gaze continued to settle on the woman in front of her. "I'm sorry but, do I know you?"