kissing death and loosing my breath

Her stormy eyes stared intently at the doll like object upon her lap, gingerly the girl reached out to brush what would have been the dolls cheek if he was more refined then a simple perfect sphere for a head. She had worked hard on the thing, on the careful handmade craft. It hadn't been easy and the longer the young witch sat there beneath the sanctuary of her tree in silence, the longer she contemplated the rather inevitable fail of this spell too. A soft sigh left her lips as a frown settled on her fair facade. She was about to chalk this up to another failed attempt when movement not far from her position captured the young woman's attention - leaving her quite literally breathless. For a moment she tentatively crept forward, hardly daring to leave her designated hiding place. It was far too coincidental to not be her doing - right? Her head tilted to the side as she watched him pull something from his foot, her grey eyes intently settled upon him. She watched him slowly stand, a grin tracing his features as he slowly stepped forward, his fingertips interlacing with the waving vines of her tree. Instantly Serafina recoiled, scooting back so that her spine was against the trunk.

For a brief moment Serafina found herself expecting the worse. She knew that she had made an incredible risk at calling a Dark Hunter of all creatures and yet, still she'd gone through with it for a reason even she couldn't quite fathom. Her stormy gaze met his, unwilling to break the silence between the two of them. It was a precarious moment, of that even she knew all too well. The spell however, was quite literally shattered by the sound of his voice and briefly the young girl glanced down to the doll within her lap. "I'll make the next one more like you." She retorted simply enough, willing to admit that her first effort was hardly flawless by any means. She should have known from the beginning that things would not go quite like she had hoped they might. His velvety voice certainly seemed to confirm that and though she should have been afraid of him, though her instincts told her to be, she quite startlingly was not. Another sigh fell from the girl's lips and slowly she dragged her knees up to her chest, the doll safely resting against her bosom.

It was a very precarious position she was placed in - faced with giving up her first magical success in forever or to reveal to him the truth of her life. For a long moment the girl let the silence linger between them, her chin resting upon her knees. "You know...I've been a witch for a very long time...but no matter what we try, I seem to have absolutely no magical affinity. Do you know what that's like? Well...I mean of course you don't but...it'd be like finding a hunter who just can't hunt. It's a disgrace." A soft laugh left the girl's lips, her gaze suddenly intently interested in the ground beneath her. "Calling you here is the first spell I've ever done...maybe it's the only one I can do. I suppose I don't mind too much though, if it is, I did kind of want to see you again." There was hesitance within her admittance as the young woman shifted beneath his gaze. For so much of her life she was confined only to the world her mentor had defined acceptable for her. Men were foreign to her in such an intimate aspect - her experience restricted only to helping them find whatever they searched for within her store. She crushed on them childishly, knowing they would never be hers to have. "Well - was that satisfactory or do you still intend to impale me?" Serafina inquired, her stormy eyes suddenly glancing up at him, fearless even within the face of her own death.