Remember: everything Aami says is made up.

Aami was sitting under a tree, deeply invested in the thick book which sits in her lap. The witch wears a long flowing gown adorned with celestial motifs, a large brimmed and pointy witch hat with holes for her azure ears to poke through. Her ears perked up as she heard someone approach. She turned towards them and tilted her head curiously. "Hello... Greetings! I'm Aami.. a humble witch and sorceress.. Do you need anything, or- uhm- are you just here to make conversation?"