when you move, i'm moved | open, history lesson

[agathe.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]The deer hadn't really stood a chance, not after Agathe's sights had been set on it anyways. Hunger demanded that she kill the wide-eyed creature, striking it down without pity or remorse only to drag its carcass back to the Observatory. Too often had she just indulged herself and not thought of her clanmates - especially the younger ones. Perhaps back at home, such behavior might have been mildly accepted but here, as the Astral Seraph to these people, the blue-blooded snow leopard was forced to make sacrifices she was not necessarily familiar with. But that was okay, she was doing her divine duty to these people and had been repaid in advance by a gift from her goddess. She was still wasn't used to the idea of infinity at her paws, but she was getting used to it.

She was getting used to it.

Dropping the deer in the grand circle, Agathe would idly look around. She wasn't particularly interested in drawing attention to herself (especially since it would be easier to simply leave it and retreat to her quarters) but figured that that was also the right thing to do. She might as well make it interesting then. "Have some food and stay a while if you're interested in a history lesson about my people, the witchlings of the Iron Mountains." Her offer was not delivered in that loud voice she reserved for meetings, nothing more than a casual statement for those nearby to pick up on. Now that she thought about it, this may be the most she's said to these people outside of meetings well, ever.