The abrupt departure had her changing tactics, a flat expression, curiosity stealing unwillingly into it.
What if this was part of some plan, a distraction, readying something from far away?
It had to be stopped at the source, she couldnât spend her life afraid that someone would try to take this from her as well.
It was much, much too important to to bond between her and her family, her brother.
A mark of a De Spell, green was the color of their magicâs acceptance for you, their clan itself was marked by these gems, given after earning them.
They could not be given away, nor stolen.
Certainly not by some outsider.
She followed swiftly, unwilling to let this potential threat go before eliminating it, no matter the cost, not now that the goal had been made clear.
There would be no severing of this.
With suspicion, she stopped by the outside of the cave, lingering to pass her gaze over every gem inside, scrutinizing for a telltale sign of other clans in their own markers.
One hand back to cover her own, a defensive stance in play again, taking note of every possible clan, curse, luck, ward, and stored spell these baubles could contain, given their appearances.
âMy, you have been busy.â
Madeline looked over, sniffling and backing up, pushing her pile further into the cave. She didnât like this person. She just wanted the shiny thing. She whimpered in fear, continuing to shove them until they hit the cave wall. Sitting in front of the pile and staring over at Magica. Shielding her collection from the other. Rings, bracelets and gems pushed behind her.Â
She yelled, feeling the floor of the cave and picking up a rock, throwing it at the sorceress and then hugging her pile of shinies. Crying into it. More attachment than one would expect.
