kissing death and loosing my breath

The young witch's stormy gaze remained entirely steadfast upon the stranger that entered her store, her eyes tracing every aspect of her figure as the youthful appearing creature meandered closer towards her with a purpose that even Serafina was unable to deny noticing. There was something about her that wholly intrigued the woman. She was somehow familiar and yet all together intimidating in her own nearly cheerful fashion. She moved with the seductive sway of her hips as someone who knew how to manipulate the hearts of men and women alike and yet, there was too a glimpse of worn, weathered knowledge that came only with those who had experienced all the horrors the world had to offer. What such an individual could possibly want of her certainly remained the greatest source of Serafina's curiosity and yet it was almost as if the woman was being purposefully vague on her intents within her shop - as if she was perhaps playing with her. At the very least, it was hardly for the raven haired girl to tell there was vastly more to this, whatever this was, then initially met her eyes. Still, her lips remained pressed together in a hard line, simply waiting with some display of professional patience as the woman offered her but an entirely devilish simper.

Her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly at the mention of the woman's brother and his affinity for illusions. In truth, the witch had hardly focused her own capabilities with her liquid concoctions on offsetting the aptitudes of others of her kind. It had always seemed a rather moot effort for her, if not simple because there was often far too many variables to even begin to consider when it came to the multitude of affinities that so afflicted fellow witches. Still, illusions were perhaps one aspect in which Serafina had held some measure of experience. She could remember with painful clarity that moment she had spent upon the rooftop of her fellow warlock's building, her slate hued gaze staring at the sight of Paris overhead even if she was entirely aware that the sparkling city surrounding her was but the careful and beautiful craft of the handsome man across the table from her. Now, however, was certainly not the appropriate time to dwell upon the man that had left not only her, but too their shared city. There was, after all, a client within her store.

Her gaze refocused upon the all too content woman as she settled within Serafina's furniture with hardly a concern, a small knowing simper upon her lips at the young witch's inquiry on if she knew her. There was something familiar about her, something she couldn't place but surely should have, it tugged at her thoughts as she reached under her counter for a bowl, gingerly pouring water from a nearby bottle into it. Her own newfound magical capabilities flared to life, that crystalline liquid splitting into separate streams that shot around her shoppe for bottles she required, those liquid streams nestled undid lapses and collected herbs required before returning to her with all of the ingredients already nestled within their watery depths. Her finger twirled ever so slightly, her stormy gaze still settled on the woman in front of her and with this simple gesture, the water too gave into her bidding, twirling and twisting and mixing upon itself till it had become hued with a forest green from all she had placed within it. Another small gesture was all that was necessary before the potion filled itself into a small glass vial within the witch's hand. Serafina glanced down, placing a stopper inside before she made her way around the counter to hand the rather quickly made creation to her companion, "Ginseng, Ginkgo Biloba, and Brahami, amongst other things. Mix it with chamomile tea." Her instructions were clear and to the point as she handed it over, the young witch pausing for a moment before adding in afterthought, "You remind me of someone I met once, in passing, I think her name was Nahlia." Despite being entirely corporeal, Serafina had remembered the figures of Davante's sisters looking down upon them in her basement whilst those ghost closed in on her. It was a moment she'd never forget.