The witch toyed with the silver pendant hanging around her neck subconsciously. It was a family heirloom, taking the shape of a small owl, which possessed two captivating, ruby eyes. Whether its eyes were made of real rubies or not seemed irrelevant to Valerie, it wasn't enchanted or anything, either. For some reason, the woman had kept the object for years, despite its lack of magical properties, which were common in witches' possessions. Perhaps it was the fact that she could be rather sentimental occasionally.
