Blackfeather Woods ready for the funeral

A spell in the form of an amulet. Lakhesis listened to her sister intently, tail flicking curiously behind her, and nodded at the idea of a gift. As they bestowed sacrifices and trinkets to the Fate, so would they present the mother with one — only blessed. While the witches favoured blood magic and curses, so too could they weave lighter magic. Anything to help their search.

It was a suitable idea, one Lakhesis met with a grin of her own, though not as wicked as Shego's. Her eyes flicked to the ground and she turned on her heel, pawing at one of the many dark feathers that littered the ground. Delicately, she lifted a particularly large one up in her jaws, showing the other witch before neatly arranging it before her and gesturing to it. "An item from their birthplace." The first of the materials needed.