Hummmms bouncing her leg as she sips her brew trying to relax. ‘I’ve been hostile and anxious all day’ she thinks to herself ‘wonder what is afoot’

Well well well....

holding her tongue she moves forward gracefully without looking back and without yielding to none...

When I am lost my beast grieves for me and the distances in which my soul escapes to ponder death.

She patters across the room scooping up her familiar which gave a grumbling coo. “Shh” she says sweetly “off to bed for I and you.”

Rolls her eyes while seeing lies seep from others. “And I’m the wicked one...”

Sits frustrated in her unrest.

She sat watching the sky glistening knowing something big was soon coming.

Enraged she walks from the shadows to find the traitors and make their souls turn inside out...

Come to the dark side and taste the dark muffins!

*slowly fluttering her eyes open she woke sleepily.* He was there again in her dreams. What could this mean, why was her soul so drawn to this man in the dream realm as well as the waking day?

She lays sore from the day and stretches out thinking how crude people are to be so selfish with what could be easily given…. Consideration. *It’s amazing there is any fighting at all over such souls* she says to herself as she settles in for a dark nap.

Sits pondering murder

Refuses to let anyone else control her thoughts and emotions…. Or use them as their own excuse for being shitty