open mind

He was a man of few words and she liked that. Needless talking had always bothered her; it left both parties with less time to properly think. "That is what the stones tell me," she affirmed with a dainty nod. Ah, her precious runes. They were always right - when it came to others. It was her own future that she couldn't foretell and her own choices that she agonized endlessly over. Everything else came easily. "Tell me more about these changes. I've spent time repenting and have not spoken to my sister much recently." Ever since their return from the volcano, relations between the three of them had been strained. Pestilence's death still weighed heavily upon her conscience but she strove to move forward in a godly way, which meant practicing her craft and spending time praying for guidance by the shrine.

Venom had been embroiled in whatever revolution Hattori spoke of. Calamity was curious about it, but felt smugly safe in her position due to her familial ties - which would, perhaps, be proven wrong. There were surprising developments afoot, the least of which was Venom's new boything. He was carrying himself with slightly more authority than she'd seen last. She knew her prediction to be true, but did Venom also grant him some sort of dominion over the pack? Calamity's eyes narrowed slightly.