[ Hekate crosses her arms across her chest, her smile quirking sideways in dull amusement. ]
Haran.
[ She dislikes referring to him as 'Master' herself, although not nearly so violently as Qetzi does. He does not rule her, in her mind, and apparently neither does Dinah. Neither she nor Ivor had hesitated even a little in rejecting the call of hunt. It would be wrong to call them uninterested in the meat, but... not beholden to it.
Hekate's eyes lower to the mark he's made in their dirt. She does not seem perturbed by it... Despite her name she does not work magicks well, it was not a skill they were trained in. They were lesser Morrisons, and they relied on different skills.
She shrugs off Ivor's clinging hands in the fabric of her worn shirt, beginning to circle the guest. It lacks the basic animal threat, as she stares upward at the reaching brambles of the forest overhead rather than at Brandon. ]
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Haran.
[ She dislikes referring to him as 'Master' herself, although not nearly so violently as Qetzi does. He does not rule her, in her mind, and apparently neither does Dinah. Neither she nor Ivor had hesitated even a little in rejecting the call of hunt. It would be wrong to call them uninterested in the meat, but... not beholden to it.
Hekate's eyes lower to the mark he's made in their dirt. She does not seem perturbed by it... Despite her name she does not work magicks well, it was not a skill they were trained in. They were lesser Morrisons, and they relied on different skills.
She shrugs off Ivor's clinging hands in the fabric of her worn shirt, beginning to circle the guest. It lacks the basic animal threat, as she stares upward at the reaching brambles of the forest overhead rather than at Brandon. ]
Where do you come from, Brandon?
[ She draws out his name, as if tasting it. ]