Brusenna heard the bell chime over her door, signaling the arrival of a customer. She turned with a smile only to blush redder than she already was when she realized that it was the same man she saw through the window. She quickly accepted his money and counted it out. Satisfied that it was the correct sum she blinked in surprise when she saw a bandage. She looked up just in time to see the tail-end of his cloak disappear out the door. A small smile spread across her face and she giggled slightly, placing the bandage on a scratch she had gained from hitting her hand against the ladder. She returned to work, singing softly as she did so. She was careful not to sing any spells; she only practiced her scales. Like her mother taught her when she was little: A spell is only as strong as a witches song. And so Brusenna practiced, hoping to be a great witch like her mother some day.