I'll get you my pretty!

Watching the expression on the girl's face as it changed to show confusion at her answer, Lurid found herself entertained, though not truly enough to linger about. The girl was nice and respectful enough that Lurid could not complain, but there were things to be done. She had siblings and followers to find. The younger woman went on to explain where she lived, instantly the pale goddess knew she was dealing with a wolf of the Armada. "You wouldn't happen to have seen a small purplish grey woman running around here, have you? She is my sister...I've been looking for her for quite some time now." And when Lurid found her, there would be hell to pay for the goose chase she has been sent on.

If this girl had no information on where her sister was, Lurid would have to excuse herself from their conversation. Odds were that no one had seen Atropos, especially if the little witch wanted to remain hidden. Atropos would have to find Lurid if Lurid could not find Atropos. Each day that passed only fueled her anger with her brothers and sisters, but there were ways to soothe that. They all knew how they didn't have to hide.