The light amusement in her face grew marginally as the older woman returned her greeting. The ghost of a chuckle falling in succession to the directness of the Wild’s Witch question, appreciating the straight to business nature. Flattery wasn’t required, only an ounce of trust. Adaria’s expression grew momentarily thoughtful, searching for a word that would speed the lowering of fronts.
[color=#b20080]“Knowledge. Power. And with those two. Revenge.”[/color] After a moment, Adaria gave a half-hearted shrug. The ghostly blues stared at, or through Morrigan. [color=#b20080]“I want to kill my mother. The Necromancer Queen.”[/color]
[color=#b20080]“Knowledge. Power. And with those two. Revenge.”[/color] After a moment, Adaria gave a half-hearted shrug. The ghostly blues stared at, or through Morrigan. [color=#b20080]“I want to kill my mother. The Necromancer Queen.”[/color]
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