Witch better have my candy
11-30-2018, 07:13 PM
Circe's gaze rolled heavenward and her mouth screwed up as she made a show of considering the requirements for joining his band. Blood oath...sworn loyalty...leader's approval. She appeared to waffle in the face of the "taxing" demands. Gwydion, who until now had been coiled between her shoulders, rose up with hood flared and fixed glittery black eyes on Archon. He'd been quietly listening to their conversation and, being familiar with the flow of Circe's thoughts, was becoming excited by the prospects that were opening up before them. "So... are you?" Circe's indecisive expression turned sly as her gaze came back down from the heavens to fix on Archon. "I am. So count me in." |
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