Phoenyx set her kettle going and pulled out her tea set. The living quarters of the Arrow Tower in the Circle of Creation had been cleaned and tidied - not that it was disorganised, but that was one particular Mage's way. Presenting the best way she could.
This was a different kind of of an experiment for the Arrow. Actively approaching different members of the Concillium was.... less difficult that it used to be, but not having contact details had made Phoenyx have to leave a note addressed to a shadow name. She wasn't sure how that would be taken, but aside from that one point she felt reasonably prepared. The motivation was simple - she had wanted to see how Witch behaved privately, know her philosophies better. The Concillium was shrinking again, and with Apollo firmly backing everything Puck would say and Moira sharing an Order with both of them the idea that her actions would be hounded forever because people believed in different ethical values was not reassuring. Aurora and Belle at least understood her approach, and Corn was... well, not always an asset to be in favour of your actions.
Witch was an unknown. She watched. Observed. Kept her opinions close. These were all things the Arrow appreciated and saw in herself - if she had more of a choice. The only way to learn was to engage.
Die every day. Exitance is War.
She had chosen plain blacks today, in a strap-top and loose fighting pants. The knife that was her magical tool hung from her belt. Sitting in this attire, she awaited her guest.