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Desdemona turned as the girl with black and white hair spoke to her. She nearly resisted the urge to roll her eyes, instead looking back to the menu at what the girl had suggested. It did sound like a typical teenager thing to order, but it had not been long since Des was such a girl. She exhaled softly, looking again to the girl. Now she had to put on a show. The corner of her lips lifted into a half-smile and she nodded her appreciation. "Thanks," she remarked, "I don't think I've had that before; I'll try it." But, what was the point of this girl helping her? She seemed familiar, like someone she might have seen a few times. And then it hit her. The Seer. Among her duties as a Guardian, she was to safeguard the identities of her fellow coven members, and this girl was no different. Kala, Kelly--something with a K--seemed nice enough, though she didn't really care. "I'm Desdemona."
Jacob wrote: "The High Priestess bestows the powers upon them. This is only done to mortals who have Witches in their family hence why they would know about Witches."Would it be possible that they don't quite believe in the existence of witches, despite having a witch in their family?
A somewhat sullen expression on her face, a dark haired young woman strolled into Dark Horse. She had no need for coffee or tea, or for any of the herbs sold on the next floor. No, she needed a distraction of a savory kind. Which was why she'd merely order her drink as she usually did, and watch it cool down. The effect of the action had always been calming for her, for Desdemona. Something about watching the steam disappear into the air relaxed her, eased the tension from her shoulders. She pondered the options on the menu board as she waited behind three other customers. The gloss on her lips shone in the light as she worried her lip, brows furrowing with a decision that seemed a lot more frivolous than one would expect. Simply picking any item wouldn't do; she'd have to know which she didn't buy before and which she'd actually be willing to try. Some were better hot, and others were better still when they'd cooled down. A tricky business, drinking something lukewarm and suddenly flavorless. Temperature was always a factor to think about. Being a woman of great affluence gave her the opportunity to learn as much.
I'm not sure if anyone else has started on their hunters yet, but I was thinking there could be a small network of them? Like a bunch of them working together as a team with different specialties.
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