Blackfeather Woods you have witchcraft in your lips

The greeting she got in return made her ears perk, and yet she also relaxed some in a subconscious way. A manner equal to pulling off a social mask to show her real self.
One of us, a sister 
Eldritch watched the snake with an affectionate curiosity, his scales were beautiful!
As if blessed by the Daedra themselves, the Melonii spoke of witches. 
"I'm an aspiring witch, at the very least." Eldritch responded with calm humility, not yet sure if she could call herself a true practitioner of the Craft, or of healing.
"My name is Eldritch." The Seer offered, hoping she may get in turn a name to call her fellow night sister. She would explain her practices after introductions