A dark-skinned hand reached out and slapped at one of Rinoa's hands. "Dun do dat, girlie," said a voice with a thick, strange accent. Tia Dalma shrugged off the shadows around her and gave the young woman a Look. "Dun know who taught ye yo' manners, but some magic ain't t' be taken wit'out say-so."
Such as the magic that Tia had spread around this area, hiding her presence and her home for the eyes of mortals.
She looked over the girl, crossing her arms over her chest. The girl had a sense of magic to her; not so strong as the Witchling, but enough to make the Goddess stir. The woman smiled, showing blackened teeth. "What bring ye t' me door, chil'?"