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||  â ââ satan frowns at the thing, and her word choice, and indeed her ears once he finally takes in that little detail. sheâs certainly not what heâs grown to expect from a witch ( who tend to be normal-looking human women, mostly, but he supposes there must always be exceptions to such general rules ), but he canât fathom what else she might be, especially with such easy talk of magic.
â so your powers are limited here as well? â he asks, because he canât not wonder. it seems a strange precaution by the city. why summon a demon or call up a magic-user if not to make use of them, right? â and you know what? iâll take it. it might make a nice gift for someoneâŚÂ â
she seems not to know what to do with herself once the wand is taken from her; her hands waver in place for a moment, then settle for picking at the edge of the scarf hung around her neck. a little nervous, maybe--but thatâs only to be expected, given the circumstances.
âit seems that way! i havenât been able to do any of my usual things, but maybe i just need a better wand...â the thought of blood magic skips across her mind, sending ripples down into the depths, and she does her best to ignore it. it isnât the time. âoh! how rude of me--i forgot to introduce myself!â
merrill smiles at him as brightly as she can, trying to salvage her last chance at a Normal Friendship. âaneth ara, stranger! iâm merrill. um--just merrill. i donât have any fancy titles or anything. i think.â











