Vervain
Samuel is in luck, and Vervain is home. Hearing the knock followed by her name is enough for her to come through from the kitchen where she’s preparing food for later (because what else is there to do in a monsoon other than cook endlessly?). Unlocking the door and opening it, Sam will be greeted by the witch wearing an oversized shirt that probably doesn’t belong to her, wielding a very impressive looking spoon, her hair in a high and messy tail.
”Oh, hello Sam!” She smiles to him cheerfully, stepping aside for him to come in automatically. ”This is a long way from Haulani. What are you doing so far from your shop in this weather?” Automatically she looks over him, as if to make sure he hasn’t been soaked by a downpour.
”Oh, hello Sam!” She smiles to him cheerfully, stepping aside for him to come in automatically. ”This is a long way from Haulani. What are you doing so far from your shop in this weather?” Automatically she looks over him, as if to make sure he hasn’t been soaked by a downpour.
