Vivian swept up to the door and knocked thrice. The pounding on the door echoed through the hallowed wood, the ground stepped in ancient magic that vibrated and hummed softly to those who had the Touch.<br/>Sorcha opened the door with a "Blessed Be," and a firm embrace towards Vivian before ushering them both back into the beautiful lodging.<br/>"Fair and well,<em>deirfiúr draíochta</em>, how have you been, sister? I need your help."<br/>The tall, raven haired witch turned to look at her curiously. It had been a while since their last meeting, but she would do what she could to help her Fae friend. "What is it that you require of me,<em>mo daor amháin</em>?"<br/>With a flick of her wrist and a sweep of layered skirts, Sorcha started the kettle.