11-25-2018, 01:43 AM
“[color=black]Yeah, some. What is a witch?” Radeken was there because an event centered around learning and a free meal was just too good to pass up, even for somebody as loathe to get out and do things as she was, nowadays. The wolf had taken a spot on the floor nearby, far enough from the rest to assume the most luxurious possible stretched out position, but still close enough to hear and to inquire. She righted herself, rolling onto her belly and shuffling forward in a manner that did nothing to mask her childlike curiosity. “[color=black]I mean, what makes one a witch? Is it that blood? They - those ancestors of yours - lost magic, you said, but where’d they get it from in the first place? And why Ironbeak? Are you hiding a set of wings somewhere? Oh - what were the other groups?” She shifted, almost as embarrassed that she did have this many questions, almost as if holding off on much, much more. Radeken looked at the rest silently, wondering where their wonder was at, and she held onto her silence in the hopes that the answers she’d receive were enlightening enough that she could figure everything else out on her own.