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[agathe.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]It was the aching in the back of her head that spurred Agathe to abandon her room that morning, never having been granted the solace of sleep and especially grumpy as she prowled the halls. She had lived with worse pain but there was something about this one - nagging and ever present - that made her wish that she had never been granted divine prowess in the first place. Technically, she shouldn't be experiencing any of this. She was not the leader of her clan nor did she command a legion of witchlings. She was simply the Astral Seraph of the Ascendants and yet, that seemed to be enough for her goddess. It was all such a complicated affair.

What wasn't complicated were the feelings of annoyance that rose when she heard the sound of voices chatting too-early to greet her. Does anyone actually sleep around here? The cloaked leopardess thought to herself, tongue clicking as she rounded a corner and approached them. Alisaie, Vincent, and ah yes, Valemon. She recognized the latter especially well as she clearly remembered threatening to run the Starpool red with his blood if he didn't explain why he was upon their territory. Idly, she wondered if he was still frightened of her. She didn't vocalize her inquiry though, merely fixating a tired gaze upon Alisaie. "You need proper training," She murmured, a slight strain lacing her tone. Lightning was all fun and games until it got too wild to handle and personally, Agathe didn't enjoy the thought of perhaps stumbling upon an electrocuted clanmate. "You'll be a valuable asset once you're stronger," the Astral Seraph continued, a sigh leaving her lips as she sank to the ground. She was still exhausted and goddess above, that pain hadn't subsided. Maybe this conversation would do wonders for her.