[ Too much to hope for. There are exactly two blondes in the group, both of them are small and skeletal, looking malnourished and terrifying with their large blue eyes. They look nothing like a Morrison should. Aberrant, bearing the markings of another witch: the mad woman who had given birth to jackal Anubis.
The male stands behind his sister, clutching at her clothing with a deep and ferocious mistrust. It is clear he would jump at the magus if it were needed, it is even more clear that the female does not require his protection.
Hekate comes a little closer to Brendan, eyes heavy lidded and bored. And then she smiles, a relaxed expression that looks quite human. ]
Hello there.
[ Her voice has a pleasant gravel to it, and she does not press upon his space and sniff at him the way that Dinah had. This one seems to have a better understanding of human motions. ]
I'm Hekate [ Queen of magic with many faces. ] and this is Ivor.
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The male stands behind his sister, clutching at her clothing with a deep and ferocious mistrust. It is clear he would jump at the magus if it were needed, it is even more clear that the female does not require his protection.
Hekate comes a little closer to Brendan, eyes heavy lidded and bored. And then she smiles, a relaxed expression that looks quite human. ]
Hello there.
[ Her voice has a pleasant gravel to it, and she does not press upon his space and sniff at him the way that Dinah had. This one seems to have a better understanding of human motions. ]
I'm Hekate [ Queen of magic with many faces. ] and this is Ivor.