08-02-2018, 09:34 PM
ROSEMARY ROUX
The ocelot's brow quirked upwards - another one of Pincher's children tapped into their powers, hm? She liked the thought of that; she liked teaching others, especially her family, about magic and the abilities that came with them. Jumping out of her treehouse to the ground below, her decent slowed expertly with her air elemental abilities, she stepped closer to Katherine. The girl made no move to come up to her treehouse, and she wondered if the girl's eyes were getting worse; though that seemed like a stupid thing to bring up now.
"What kind of powers?" she asked, not able to keep the question inside her mouth for too long. Goldie and Coldblue already proved capable of magic, though only the male sought her out for help controlling his abilities. Given the wide variety of magics around - and the fact they didn't seem to be nearly as hereditary as her coven liked to believe - she was curious just magic her niece tapped into. "And I can certainly help; did your father tell you that I grew up in a coven of witches? I learned magic before I learned how to read," she added, a slight hint of pride in her otherwise apathetic voice.
"What kind of powers?" she asked, not able to keep the question inside her mouth for too long. Goldie and Coldblue already proved capable of magic, though only the male sought her out for help controlling his abilities. Given the wide variety of magics around - and the fact they didn't seem to be nearly as hereditary as her coven liked to believe - she was curious just magic her niece tapped into. "And I can certainly help; did your father tell you that I grew up in a coven of witches? I learned magic before I learned how to read," she added, a slight hint of pride in her otherwise apathetic voice.
© MADI
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?