"It's a surprise to see you here, Taffi." Olena smiled, standing in front of the door while examining if Taffi came alone or with a companion.
"I'm alone by the way. No one likes you enough to want to visit you, you know that." Taffi scoffed and walked into the cottage after she had let him.
"Put that correctly, Taffi, aside from you...just because you saved me in the past... I don't want any visitors. You witches irk me." She uttered and ushered Taffi to take a seat on one of the many stools in the living room.
"Why are you here?" She asked him grabbing a pot and stirring a light yellow substance.
The room was poorly lit, with barely two candles that were brunt halfway. She wore a black dress which she was known for, with a hoodie that she never put over her silver-haired head.
"Magic," Taffi replied.
"That's quite an ominous response, be more specific." She asked him without looking away from the pot.
"There is a girl...
