<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i727.photobucket.com/albums/ww276/watersprit03/rp%20characters/3dthisnotlove-2.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>The witch sat next to a small bed her hand going through the dark locks of a child it was her son. Her voice singing lightly a he drifted off into sleep. Finally the child's breathing was soft and even as she raised herself and left the boy to sleep. Her hand grasping at the coat a smile on her lips as she looked over it, the bird was so foolish had she not realized her words fully. But soon, very soon she would understand and know a witches wrath is never ending. Johoel watched Poe carefully she was happy but it seemed she was still a bit troubled. "Well I am glad you get your special item back soon, I'm glade" he said his thoughts leaving a trail of doubt in him. A tightness in him wanted her to say something to him to stay but he couldn't ask such a thing of her. Not after knowing she would soon be gone from him. The others were quite again ever slowly dropping into sleep Duke watched the two his eyes watching them carefully. Duke had dealt with a witch once before his mind curious of the deal Poe had gotten herself into.