Wind clashes soundlessly tonight. Collides with anything in its way violently. It's storming. A weather that the witch thoroughly enjoys. With a deep sigh, Herta carefully sipped her steaming tea, letting the sounds of rain relax her. Today's commission was quite a bit of a hassle to make. The difficulty is not the problem, but the prolonging sequence that requires intense focus throughout the whole brewing process is. The potion sit on the shelf, waiting to be handed tomorrow.

Thud

Herta was snapped out of her musing by a sound of something crashing outside her wooden window.

"Hm? Was that a bird or something?"

She set the cup down and slowly peaked the window. The witch was greeted by a bird indeed. A predator bird with an injured wing. An oversized owl with outstanding sparkling ocean blue eyes. A magical creature it seems.

"Oh hey, huge guy."

By the time the creature recovered from dizziness, its already in the grasp of the witch.