With no neighbors on either side of Leviathan, well, existing in Darrow at current, Sabrina finds that she's not only in charge of the store-- nobody's going to care if she indulges her sense of drama. She can do whatever she'd like, and what she'd like is to make it clear that someone still looks out for this shop and can provide assistance.
Assistance of a witchy nature, that is.
A lovely, only mildly ominous cauldron set over a little fire pit has been sitting in the backroom for far too long without attention, and by the time she gets it wheeled out, a fire lit and water boiling, morning has become afternoon. Sabrina's grateful for the breeze that kicks up as she settles on the front steps, sorting dried and fresh herbs into little piles.
Honestly, she really only misses some of her co-workers; her time at Petros has left her with a distaste for most of the locals. Even being aware of how not mortal the thought process doesn't stop her from not really considering them to be fully real. It's the kind of thought she keeps to herself, and it leads down a lot of other paths not worth traveling at this date.
No, the better alternative is to weigh out lavender sprigs while humming and singing. "I admit that in the past I've been a nasty; they weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch..."
Assistance of a witchy nature, that is.
A lovely, only mildly ominous cauldron set over a little fire pit has been sitting in the backroom for far too long without attention, and by the time she gets it wheeled out, a fire lit and water boiling, morning has become afternoon. Sabrina's grateful for the breeze that kicks up as she settles on the front steps, sorting dried and fresh herbs into little piles.
Honestly, she really only misses some of her co-workers; her time at Petros has left her with a distaste for most of the locals. Even being aware of how not mortal the thought process doesn't stop her from not really considering them to be fully real. It's the kind of thought she keeps to herself, and it leads down a lot of other paths not worth traveling at this date.
No, the better alternative is to weigh out lavender sprigs while humming and singing. "I admit that in the past I've been a nasty; they weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch..."