The flicker of movement in the dark didn't go unnoticed; for just a moment as Elia turned, the shadows seemed to shift, responding to the witch's tension and the pulse of her dark power. It was only Artair, though – Elia let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. One slight pause later, she crouched, sitting on her heels as she reached to scritch his ears.
As a witch, she felt obligated to enjoy black cats.
"I wasn't expecting you there. Do you feel it too?"