Banshee Ithuriel-Klein

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f course Banshee decided to show up fashionably late. The call brought forth some excitement but most of it dissipated as her eyes fell upon the gathering of adults. The babe sauntered in with a low head and twitching lips as she listened to the disgustingly chipper words of the slave. Banshee didn't understand why Belle allowed her servants to be so.. brash. Eulogy was hardly allowed to speak. Nevertheless, the Klein gal moved in to sit off to the side. She had caught the Luc's question which brought forth a twinge of annoyance. Had Ban even spent time with her aunt since she made Ashen? The girl was working at her skills but never encountered Belle. Perhaps the Empress was too busy sharing her den with that worshiping fool they called Archon. "I wouldn't know much about Death's glorious pregnancy.. haven't seen her since she dug up a crown." The babe was in a particularly bad mood and had spent moons of one on one time with her aunt. She felt comfortable being rotten to her aunt and maybe she needed a stern talkin' to? "Seems like you just get fat." Her eyes stared directly into Belles with a rather dismal sneer.