broken dreams / o, joining

[Amren]

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A joiner? Fascinating.

Typically, people just showed up one day, announcing their names or whatever and then assimilating into Blackfall culture. That was how she had done it anyways- deciding that this was the best place for someone of her... nature. Griffingate had once been an option but she quickly learned that she delighted more in raiding and destroying them, not living peacefully within them. She was not a creature of peace or harmony. She was destruction and fire and chaos, flying sparks and bloodied knuckles, a rage untamed by anything. It seemed almost obvious then where she belonged: here, surrounded by Cain's insufferable band of idiots and feeling sometimes as if she was trapped within a glorified frat house. At least she had Rhysand, he served as her only tether to sanity amidst the absolute craziness of her little family from which she supposed she was matriarch of.

[b][color=#414a4c]"A witch?" Amren inquired suddenly, feigned intrigue lacing otherwise apathetic words. [color=#414a4c]"I'm absolutely terrified," She paused and then cackled, her hands clasping together, [color=#414a4c]"Welcome to Blackfall, girl. I'm Amren."