“I have made this potion from sea herb, it relaxes, the body and mind, if you believe some, they soul too, please have it.”
Hands her a minty blue drink. He pored from tumbler into her glass ad well as his own.
Jormi 𓆙
A small shrug as she sits down.
“It’s nothing, really. I’m okay.”
The witch was very close to burn out, but she would never admit to it.
Fɾҽყα Mιƙαҽʅʂσɳ • ᚠᚱᛖᛁᚨ ᛗᛁᚲᛇᛚᛊᛟᚾ
“ What is troubling you? Maybe I can help!”
He pulls a chair for her
Jormi 𓆙
She gives a tired half smile.
“I’ve been ok.”
Fɾҽყα Mιƙαҽʅʂσɳ • ᚠᚱᛖᛁᚨ ᛗᛁᚲᛇᛚᛊᛟᚾ
“I have been good! How are you Freya”
[Quickly trasnform in his
anthropomorphic avatar as mist fills the space.]
