A loud tap on the window woke Wren from her small nap. The young witch had fallen asleep while waiting for her familiar to get back. The grumpy raven was delivering a potion to a friend who lives in a small cabin not too far from where her own home was. Hopefully the formula worked in Max's case.
Another tink sounded, this time more aggressively, Tor was an inpatient bird. Stretching, Wren stood, and made her way over to the window, and opened it, "Have fun?"
Tor gave her am annoyed look, and hopped through the open window onto a bird stand. Wren smiled. The raven was always in some sort of mood, even when they had first met. Well, when she had summoned him.
Closing the window behind the bird, Wren yawned and sat back down at the small table she had fallen asleep on. She hadn't meant to stay up late finishing the concoction for Max. Wren had finally made it correctly and wanted to deliver it to them immediately, but Tor had hidden it and forced her to sleep.
He had woken up before Wren, and picked it up from the hiding spot, then perched on his throne, waiting for her to wake up. Wren still hasn't found his hiding spot, even after living with him for 20 years, give or take. Being a magical being as himself, his lifespan should match up with Wrens, he may even live longer due to his demon heritage. Tor had always called mortals "fragile" or "too easy to break". Wren found it very distasteful. Being called mortal always set her in edge. "Born to die"is what Tor told her as a child. He wasn't the best babysitter.
Wren yawned again as Tor let out a small chuckle-like caw, "Max seems alright for the moment." He said, jumping off his perch and floating over to the worn table still littered with dried herbs and scraps. "You might need to check in with them later today though."
The drowsy witch nodded, "How much time do I have before they finish their transformation?" she asked, the chair scraping the floor as she stood. Tor shrugged, as much of a shrug as a bird can do. Wren gave him a quick nod, her lips pressed together in thought.
Running her hands through her knotted hair, Wren turned away from the raven and shuffled down a corridor into the bathroom. She showered quickly, humming as she cleaned herself.
After her shower, Wren dressed for work. She turned to Tor, who was trying to hide small shiney stones under his claws. The witch propped a fist on her hip and gave him an amused look, "You do realize that I'll just find them later, right?" He looked at her, his glassy eyes guilty. Sighing, Tor pushed the rocks back into their spots on the windowsill he was propped on.
Wren nodded to him, "I'm off to work, keep an eye on Max for me. They may not like it, but I care about them, so please check in with me at work at least acouple times today." The raven gave a quick nod, "I'll be back around 3, you can send for yourself, yes?"
Again the raven nodded, "I've been fending for myself for many years, but then you came and now I have to fend for you too." Wren chucked, then grabbed her purse and apron.
"Also, can you check out that thing that's eating Max's cats, they were conserved about it." She opened the door and waited for him to respond. He just nodded again, his ebony feathers ruffling with annoyance. Wren smiled at him, "Thank you! I appreciate youuuu~" her voice trailing off as she shut the door behind her.
It clicked shut behind her and she let out a sigh. Ahead of her was a worn path surrounded by wildflowers. Bees buzzed around her head and she smiled at them as she made her way down the path with a skip in her step, "Off to work!"