The cool winds howl outside, shaking the trees and vines that enrobe the gothic front entrance to the witch’s manor. Hurrying due to the weather, you made your way past the fence gate and up the stone steps to the doorway. You stop to catch your breath under the shelter of the little porch, the vine-coated pillars made of dark stone. A bench placed for waiting visitors as well as flower pots guard either side of the large door, which seems to be carved from one huge chunk of oak. You reach out to grasp the knocker; horn shaped, it felt small in your hand, a delicate spiral on a hook, but when you used it, a strange resonance rippled your hand. The wood almost seemed to tremble under you. There was a moment of silence as the knock echoed throughout the entryway before you heard the sound of the door mechanisms turning, and it opened to reveal a tall figure in a black dress - the witch, Azalea Crystalborn

The woman before you was a klipspringer, a sort of antelope.  Shad a cream and tan coloured fur, with a short muzzle, bright blue eyes framed by vibrant purple hair with two black horns curling out from the top of her head. That hair hung on either side of her face and was pulled into an impossibly curled set of drill curls going down to her mid calf, the purple of the hair shifting to a deep teal near the end. She was wearing a long and lacey black dress that accentuated her curvaceous figure with a blue crystal heart adorning the middle of her chest, long puffy sleeves and a skirt that went down to her ankles. Her short muzzle adopted a smile and she leaned forward slightly as she uttered a soft greeting - her voice a little deep, but soft and smokey “Welcome, were you looking for something? Do you have some trouble, perhaps?” She inquired gently.

You convey the nature of your problem and she nods, thinking for a moment before opening the door. “Of course, let us discuss it further inside - it is cold and windy out there, after all.” The witch said softly,  and opened the door. “You probably know already since you are at my door, but I am Azalea. Welcome to my home’ She shifted back with the door open, offering entry

“Let us get you situated and comfortable.” She said, offering a spot for coats and shoes and all that. After a moment she led the way to a quiet study room, and then she motioned to a comfortable, deep velvety chair facing a desk “here, you can sit if you desire. Do you want tea, or water?” She asked, nodding at the response and then twirling out “I will be a moment.” 

The room was cozy, made for one person and maybe another at most to be comfortable - on the wall were a few paintings of n	ature scenes and animals, and the rest of the wall was taken up by a large shelf containing numerous books, papers and scrolls. On the desk itself were various papers and implements of her witchy trade, clearly left from a study or research session.

Instead of the sound of a kettle boiling, there was a sound of sudden energy, then rapid steaming. It was not long after before she returned with a slightly shimmering tray held slightly aloft above her hand, the platter containing the teapot, cups, and other tea necessities. “Here we are.” She spoke softly, gently lowering the tray down, the lines of energy holding it aloft slightly visible in the air like gossamer threads.

Having done that, Azalea made her way to the other end of the desk, clearing out a space, pushing the papers to one side and collecting them in a stack. She folded her hands upon the desk surface and leaned forward “Now, whatever it is you want to say can remain between us unless its something critical to share - dangers, you know. But you may trust that I will use my best judgement here. So please, tell me, what is it that you need me to assist you with?”