Fayne Aumeuna sat crossed legged with her head propped on her hand, a look of concentration on her face. The object under her scrutinizing look was a car engine. She had it floating in mid air, dissecting it, then rearranging itself over and over again.
“ You’ll go blind if you keep that up,” came a voice above her. Looking up, she never broke her concentration, the engine still in constant movement as she smiled at her friend and fellow witch. The Crone, or Usara was wearing gardening gloves that were currently perched on her hips, a look of frustration on her face. The Crone had wild and curly red-blonde hair that was streaked in silver and life lines deep enough to suggest that she had had a very long life. Her composure was that of a much younger women though, no walking stick or arthritis for this old witch, just a wealth of knowledge and experience in the dealings of magical creatures.
“ Its hard to do your work when fuses and bolts keep whirling around your head,” she protested shaking a gloved finger at Fay, dirt flecking her in the face.
Fay laughed and blew a raspberry at Usara, “ I’m developing a masterpiece, I can’t be bothered to make sure you’re happy too,” Fay waved her hand at the old witch and turned back to her charge. Usara raised her hands in frustration and muttered something about young people as she went back to her herb garden.
“ Hey Fay,” called a male voice. She turned around again, upset at yet another distraction. This time it was Brian, a human but also her friend. “ Your sister and her boy toy are stuck somewhere, Asher just called,” Brian said coming up next to her. He looked at her destructive art and whistled. “ Who did that belong to?” a smirk pulled at his lips as he knew full well that she and her on again off again lover had just had a fight.
“Dryden stepped out for a walk so i considered it fair game,” she too smirked. “ I guess i’ll come along for the drive.” She stood up gracefully, knowing that Brian watched her. She stretched, making sure her shirt inched up enough to show a bit of navel then relaxed and slapped an awestruck Brian on the shoulder.
“ I call shotgun,” she said, seeing Orin, a shape shifter, with keys in his hand. She bounced away, her black curls in full movement, both men watching her go.
“ They had a fight didn’t they?” Orin asked as he and Brian made their way after Fay. Brian nodded and composed himself. They heard Fay cry out suddenly and they both picked up their pace, finding Fay on her knees.
“ What is it Fay?” Orin asked panicked, kneeling beside her and placing his hand on her shoulder. He recoiled instantly as she was suddenly very hot.
“ Tasha,” she croaked, rocking back forth nervously, her hands on her temples. “Vampires!” she cried out abruptly.
Brian looked over Fay’s head at Orin. “I’ll alert the troops.”