-@teamchilledtreatsâ continued here- Glaciaâs pen stopped scratching against her clipboard as she mulled over what the frost clan had revealed to her. Especially the quiet line she figured he hadnât meant for her to hear. Unfortunately for him she was quite trained in hearing what others wished to keep from her. She couldnât do her job properly otherwise. As for his question... âI may have once been of your clan but after injecting myself with the genes of a Majin I have found that most of my makeup has thus left what might be considered âFrost Clanâ, or whatever itâs called these days.â She flicked her pen between her fingers once in thought, eyes twitching somewhat narrower with an unknown emotion before it was gone and the bored expression was back. âSo no I do not name myself a âhalf-breedâ or even this odd obsession called âfusionâ. I am simply a Majin who was once Clan.â Tail curling tigher around her clipboard, she hissed through clenched teeth: âNot as if my old Clan would even care that I still live.â
Her eyes snapped up to his face, as if the speed would snap her thoughts back into order. âYou mentioned this new career. What is it that you and your âdaughtersâ even do?â
