11-05-2018, 02:40 PM
Witchlings. Radeken had always thought ‘witch’ was just a derogatory term, or superstition at most, so this certainly something worth recording once she had her books on her again.
“[color=#cd7f32]How many more are there? Why did you kill it?” The response to her insult was brushed aside because she didn’t care to entertain a snotty back-and-forth when it looked like Agathe was more than willing to answer questions. “[color=#cd7f32]Why does the body need to be disposed of far away?” Radeken wanted the body and she didn’t want to have to work to bring it back.
She didn’t mind looking Isabelle’s way entirely, merely catching a glimpse of the youth in her peripherals, approaching and then hastily departing. Radeken rumbled with a low laugh. That’s life, little thing.
“[color=#cd7f32]How many more are there? Why did you kill it?” The response to her insult was brushed aside because she didn’t care to entertain a snotty back-and-forth when it looked like Agathe was more than willing to answer questions. “[color=#cd7f32]Why does the body need to be disposed of far away?” Radeken wanted the body and she didn’t want to have to work to bring it back.
She didn’t mind looking Isabelle’s way entirely, merely catching a glimpse of the youth in her peripherals, approaching and then hastily departing. Radeken rumbled with a low laugh. That’s life, little thing.