dig up her bones but leave the soul & joining

[agathe.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]So rarely did the universe tug on her soul itself, whispering beckons into waiting ears that grew more and more incessant the longer she chose to ignore them. Had she not been a divine worshipper of the many faced goddess, she would not have succumbed to them so soon, and it was with a huff that the snow leopard finally stood, anxious paws leading her away from the Observatory and towards the place that had suddenly become so important. The last time this feeling had engulfed her, she had been preparing to execute one of her sisters, instead turning and digging sharp claws into the chest of her grandmother. Had the stars aligned and delivered her matron to her doorstep? Did the fates simply want to see a resolution to this battle? They were technically both matrons now anyways, and two matrons within any bloodline was strictly forbidden.

One of them had to fall.

But as she paused before Sybil, it occurred to her that she was a far cry from the fight she had been mentally preparing herself for. If anything, this girl was an almost welcome sight. Almost. Agathe was wise enough to recognize her disadvantage against her grandmother and if she did turn up searching for revenge, it would be the younger snow leopard who would meet her demise, not the other way around. At least she had been given another day. Another chance. She should thank her goddess for it later.

"What's your name and business here, stranger?" The cloaked leopardess' low inquiry came, a frown appearing upon ebony lips. There was something so perplexing about the panther before her, something that caused that tugging on her soul to morph into an unrelenting yank. Agathe would only shift uncomfortably, trying her best to maintain her stony-faced expression lest that curiosity and discomfort leak through. Maybe they knew each other? Deja-vu was far from a friend of Agathe's, but the possibility that she had raided or destroyed wherever this creature had come from's home was not necessarily an unimaginable feat. She had done far worse in the past- she could hardly put it past herself. But Sybil did not appear to be here to demand any sort of retribution so Agathe merely sat back and waited, fiddling with the corner of her cloak as she so often did when she was even vaguely nervous about something.