To protect the world from devastation!

A dear huff of a laugh pushed through the little witch’s throat, leaving a sweet little smile on her lips, that stayed there even after the phantom giggle had faded completely. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant, what did you see? People would often describe that kind as a comprehensible place instead. A place you can move around and touch and interact. But I’ve been wondering myself if it might be more like a blurry space of floating memories,” she explained, as it seemed like he had misunderstood her intentions. Explaining how it was, more experience specific. “Every mind is supposedly different.” She glanced over beside her at him for a short moment before passing a street and then turning left down the following, leading him onto a slim street, where only one car would be able to drive through comfortably and walls of older architecture apartment buildings towered on both sides. Everyone section being a slightly different build than the next. It was a serene street. The street lamps lite the street at that moment, but in the day time the sun would cast a perfect warm light and reflect faintly in to the smoother of the cobble stones.
Following the vague curve of the street – giving meaning to the street name ‘Filigree Crescent’ – a building more different than the rest, came into view. It was three story tall and still no space between it and the two other buildings on either side. It was of the same structure and colour of brick like those two as well. But at the bottom floor there was a large display window and a dark mahogany door beside it. Green ivy was growing round the window and further up the wall. And lastly a old metal sign was hanging above the door spelling the name Little Lamp.

A pure white, white as fresh snow crow was sitting on the rod, holding the swinging sign, overlooking the street. Waiting patiently with a proper posture. Golden beady eyes caught the sight of the two pedestrians and let out an echoing caw. A welcome which let Saga look towards it, acknowledging it. They were here. Her home.

“This is it. My place,” Saga said, nodding poised to the building as an introduction. Already if he looked through the window, he would see what interior he was about to be let inside. A shop. And not your typical store as a matter of fact. The white crow which had bid its witch welcome home had sat off from its watching spot and with precision landed on the hand, she calmly held up for it. “And this is Circe. Circe, meet Ajax.” The bird didn’t hide its watchful eyes. It was a bird. It didn’t have human features and yet it almost showed more telling emotions than Saga. Who was this stranger?

Although Saga’s expression weren’t as big and as bright as some or most people, the way she looked at the demon was clearly carried on by astonishment. He wasn’t used to people taking such interest in what he could do? It seemed strange to her. She somehow doubted many possessed such a display of abilities as him. And of course, she wanted to know. It was her head. Her mind. And yet it was a place she could never be able to fully access. Knowing just a little bit about it tugged at all of her threads of curiosity. And there was many. She listened to him as he spoke, not even once almost interrupting him or showing signs that she wished to say something. Not before he finished himself and then even then, she kept the silence for a second longer. “What was my space like then?” she asked once more, this time with the correct intentions established. “Was is… welcoming?” She couldn’t help herself. “Cold?” Like a moth to a flame, her intense eye didn’t wander away from him. Didn’t let him fully escape the calm gaze. At least not before they had arrived at her place.

A smile sneaked its way onto her lips as he confessed to like it. It wasn’t nearly big enough to really showcase the pride that had birthed it. For some reason, it made her happy. That little comment. She liked it too. She had settle there for many years now. Not enough with it being hers. She had grown fully attached to the building and what it invited one into.
The white crowing, not being entirely sure about this demon boy, still straightened itself up by not only the direct greeting it got from him but also the indirect compliment. A proud bird. Very befitting of its witch. “White crows are seen as a vulnerability by other crows. That’s why you’d never see them in murders. Their white makes it harder for them to stay out of sight and thereby easy targets for bigger birds of prey. That’d explain why you hadn’t seen any before,” Saga softly presented to him as she lifted up a hand to gently scratch the beautiful bird in the short feather under its beak, something Circe definitely seemed to very much enjoy as they leaned their head a little back to make better room for her finger. “However Circe’s white colour isn’t caused by albinism since they aren’t an actual animal. All their forms are white.” With a controlled movement, she moved her hand with the crow over to her shoulder, where it obediently stepped off and turned front the right way and then sat still as the little witch walked to last few steps over to the door.

The lock didn’t need a key. Not in her case at least. All it took for the lock to click open was a graceful and elegant gesture with her hand over the key hole. This wasn’t a spell anyone could be able to do. It was specific to her magic. So even if someone knew and used the exact same spell it wouldn’t be much help. She then finally opened up for them, walking in first and then letting Ajax inside. The lights remained turned off but there was a warmth as if many candles had been burning and emiting the comforting and maybe slightly primitive sense of heat out through the shop front. And even without any lights the light from the street lamps outside and made it possible to see everything, just shadowed.
Circe set off from her shoulder only a couple of steps inside and with wings spread flew through the room and up through a spiralling metal staircase leading up to the floor above them. And so with the crow off her shoulder, she pulled off her jacket, folding it over her arm.