Lyra's POV I turned around, half expecting something monstrous but my eyes falling on a young woman. She stood a few steps behind me, draped in a soft green cloak that draped to the floor brushing against it like leaves to the earth. In one hand she held a brass candle stand, casting a soft glow on her face, she wasn't threatening, if anything she looked like a painting come to life, a small smile on her lip. Her eyes flickered briefly to the scrying pan beneath my fingers, then back to me. “So... “ she said gently, “... A witch huh?“ My shoulder tensed slightly as I gulped, but before I could say anything, she lifted her free hand slightly, palm open in a silent gesture of peace. “Relax... “ she said, “... I felt the resonance the moment you touched it” “The... Resonance?“ I echoed confused. She nodded, stepping closer, not too close but enough to smell the earthy fragrance on her, like rain soaked earth and crushed herbs. “The pan recognized your blood, witch blood...
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