"Okay, cool. And no, unfortunately, I have no girlfriend as of right now." Aster thought Razi seemed surprisingly okay with Aster being gay for not having been on earth in a couple of centuries. Maybe history really was gayer than she thought. "Here we are!" She stopped at the base of a tree. It didn't look different from any other trees in the forest, except that it was perhaps a little taller than most.
Razi didn't mind what occurred within her master's love life as long as no one hurt her. It wouldn't be the first time that she'd been the servant of a master of the homosexual nature. She fondly remembered a particularly vivacious french witch during the crusades. She let a purr vibrate the cheek she had placed against Aster's, showing her affection. "This is a nice…tree." She said carefully though, looking from the girl to the tree and back again. Her horns glinted in the soft moonlight, making her look a bit more demonic than usual.
"Yeah, duh," Aster said. She went around behind the tree and knelt down. Near the base, there was a match of moss. Opening her bag, she pulled out the two small bottles, one containing an orange, shimmery liquid, the other containing finely ground pink salt. She uncorked the salt and poured a little on her right palm, then licked the tip of her left middle finger and dipped it in the salt. She then uncorked other bottle and dipped her salted finger in it, being careful not to let the liquid touch her bare skin. She then recorded both bottles, put them in her bag, and used her left middle finger to trace a sigil on the patch of moss. The sigil glowed, then faded. A quiet rumbling noise pierced the quiet forest as small steps grew from the tree, leading all the way up to the top. "Come on," Aster said, starting to climb up to the bottom of a small house, which had not been there before.
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