Samson briefly disappeared into the kitchen. He was not worried that Marie would try to steal something - most people were smart enough to not rob a witch. And if they did? Well, his craft was not the most powerful, but it had other uses. He could not throw fireballs, but he would never truly lose something. That was what his magic did.
After putting the kettle on, he returned to the living room and leaned in the door frame. "The Ojibwe tribe believed that spiderwebs were blessings of Asibikaashi, the great Spider Woman. A fierce mother, she protected babies, made sure you slept through the night. But as the Ojibwe grew numerous, Ashibikaashi found that her eight legs were not enough. And so, the grandmothers started weaving dreamcatchers to protect the people of their tribes."
He approached as he spoke, fingering one of the dreamcatchers with peacock feathers. "Mine serve as protection as well. They capture negative energy and if somebody dares puts a curse on you? You will immediately know: the web will have been broken." There was a mischievous smile. "You know what happens to the person who triggers that, releases all that negative energy? The feedback is very disorienting."
He drew his hand back. "And the feathers? They're mostly there for aesthetic reasons. Who doesn't like a bit of color, right?"