prince of the dark and the dead will walk / MEETING 11/11

[ROSEMARY]

[align=center]SHE LOST HER VOICE DOWN BY THE RIVER, SCREAMING FOR COURAGE

She nodded as Sephiroth explained his position on Sunhaven, her forked tail flicking lazily behind her. The witch heard of the scuffle between the two otherwise peaceful groups, but remained unaware this scuffle provided part of the basis for the Rosebloods' alliance with the stargazers. She might've continued to poke at the issue, but without further details and her relative inexperience with the Rosebloods, she simply let her opinion rest. When she heard him speak ill of Pincher, her dark orange eyes narrowed slightly in irritation -- but she supposed she'd have to get used to them speaking ill of her family.

The mood shifted abruptly as he began to talk about religion, and her jaw clenched in irritation. Rosemary, for all her magic and healing, believed voiceboxes for gods bought too deep into their own ego. She knew little about the aspects that formed the basis for the Rosebloods' religion, but she already decided she disliked them. Still, she watched with all four eyes as the brainwashed lion stepped forward. As a practitioner of mental magics herself, she guessed how the pharaoh managed to make the creature a servile caricature of a lion. She thought she'd been disturbed when she saw Caesar torture a hapless girl in the Typhoon, but now she felt quite at a loss for words. Quite at a loss for thoughts, even; how to think about this type of sacrifice, especially from a juvenile with his mind obliterated to force him along with it?