⠀ ⠀ blood dirtied the fresh snow, black as the night sky, leaving a trail behind the witch. it was the only sign she was injured, her expression nor posture seemed to falter otherwise. the sicken grin remained painted on her lips, eyes darkened with her magic— dangerous and eager. mati chuckled, low and dark, wisps of black smoke curling around her hands. “now, that’s no way to greet a friend, is it ?”