[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]Agathe supposed she knew what it was like to be separated from her home and sent to wander the world on her own. Of course, she had to have expected such an outcome when she thought to strike her own matron in order for one of her sisters to escape, not fearing the punishment that surely awaited her unless she, too, managed to leave. Unlike Sandheart however, her clan had vowed to chase her to the ends of the earth until she was found, returned, and then executed. Witchlings were a temperamental breed after all, and they hardly handled betrayal- much less from their own heir.
But Agathe supposed that that chapter of her life had more or less ended. Perhaps she might have entertained the idea of rejoining her sisters as the Ironbeak matron were she to receive news that her grandmother had unexpectedly fallen, but after assuming control of the Ascendants with Titan, that was no longer an option. Leading here was vastly different but she liked it all the same, even if the urge to order executions and inhumane punishments so often tempted her.
The faint sound of voices on the wind caused the snow leopard to abandon her thoughts, silent paw steps taking her away from the direction of the Observatory and towards their source. She had expected another joiner (so little did anything else stumble upon their borders) but this one seemed... different. Turning around? Did they really expect danger? Interesting. She'd glance casually at Atticus, deciding to hold her silence until one of them answered his questions. There was no use in her asking the same questions in a different fashion, especially if the pair was already wary of them.
But Agathe supposed that that chapter of her life had more or less ended. Perhaps she might have entertained the idea of rejoining her sisters as the Ironbeak matron were she to receive news that her grandmother had unexpectedly fallen, but after assuming control of the Ascendants with Titan, that was no longer an option. Leading here was vastly different but she liked it all the same, even if the urge to order executions and inhumane punishments so often tempted her.
The faint sound of voices on the wind caused the snow leopard to abandon her thoughts, silent paw steps taking her away from the direction of the Observatory and towards their source. She had expected another joiner (so little did anything else stumble upon their borders) but this one seemed... different. Turning around? Did they really expect danger? Interesting. She'd glance casually at Atticus, deciding to hold her silence until one of them answered his questions. There was no use in her asking the same questions in a different fashion, especially if the pair was already wary of them.
[font=arial][color=#510205][size=16pt]WATCH IT [i]GROW[/i], CHILD OF WAR
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