Bramblepoint The Last Adventure

Potema watched as the woman finally caught sight of her. She noted with interest the fresh wound over her eye and the lingering traces of heat wafting towards her. It was not strong enough to lead males to her yet faint enough to tell the white witch that it had passed. The witch wondered when her heat would come — she was over a year old at this point — but secretly hoped it wouldn't come soon. She didn't need the attention of every male on her.

The dark female greeted her and Potema, after a brief pause did the same. Hey. She wasn't much of a conversationalist, for her talents were of herbs and magic rather than spinning words. She could leave that for Cicero. She wasn't sure what to say next as she didn't know this woman at all. After a brief moment of consideration she spoke again. Are you from around here?