Frost Flowers, In This Heat? BY Morrigan

Mirage let out a chortle. Truly, is that the best you could come up with? Mother knows she could not keep my body, I was never intended for her as you.

Favor. Mirage's gaze flicked around to the others gathered. Twas truly amazing how much the favor of a witch brought people from the woodworks. Who would not want one's favor, she supposed. For there was much she adn her sisters could do. Even if this was from Morrigan - the youngest, albeit most difficult to work with among them.

She yawned as Morrigan explained the purpose of their gathering and offered direction. Ultimately, she was the last to depart from the meeting location, stretching her arms over her head as she strolled casually toward town.

Judging from where she had caught glimpses of various people going - or departing - Mirage gathered she was expected to check around the town hall for information. She, however, didn't feel like it. She'd come to watch the spectacle, not help those who'd come to garner favor from her sister.

Instead, she made her way to the new meeting point. Perching upon the nearest point she could comfortably sit on, she waited. Watching and waiting as others gathered again.

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Mirage does jack shit except silently judge people and mock her sister ¯\_(ツ)_/¯