Daemon
“I suggest we take a little tour before we sit down,” Evr offered.
The witches’ residence was noticeably different from ours. We preferred to keep the living quarters separate from the forest, leaving nature to its own space, whereas here there was practically no boundary between the house and the world around it. It seemed as though the forest itself had decided to move in with the witches and was now shamelessly invading every corner of the grounds: climbing plants framed the walls, flowers pushed their way between the stones of the paths, and trees bent their branches over the roofs, creating natural green canopies. Presumably, that was Adamine’s doing.
“At present, the residence is rather quiet, as we prefer to gather for ritual celebrations or matters that cannot wait.”
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