#lilith 01

“Oh, of all the-” Out of curiosity, Kikimora had been perusing the wares provided by the merchants in the Opalarian Market Town- Cotes Ward felt the most like home, though it was still a far cry from the Boiling Isles, and she’d wondered if she could find any ingredients to make potions here. That field was never quite her strong suit, so she may have overstocked her basket to get the widest array of ingredients she might need as possible. A slight stumble sent one of them rolling along the ground- a jar of what seemed to be thick blood, labeled as that of a beast unknown to her called a “Ragù.” The little demon scurried after the runaway jar, and of course it would be just her luck that it’d roll right into someone’s foot. “Ah- pardon me, I just dropped my...”

The words caught in her mouth when she made eye contact with the one whose shoe the jar had landed up against. It wasn’t anyone she had reason to be scared of or nervous around, at least back on the Isles. There, she had power, authority, magic- something the witch before her now had once possessed as well yet threw it all away for her family. Quite the opposite of herself, really...only fitting that they’d ended up on opposite sides of the conflict. But while she certainly wasn’t scared of the former Coven Head, suddenly running into her in a place like this had...flustered her, at least a little.

Although they’ve been on winter duty and haven’t hibernated in winter for about a hundred and two years, Cairngorm finds themself very... drowsy, for some reason. Probably because Phos ruined his sleep last summer.

...Wait, did they miss an entire season...?

Before they continue on that train of thought, their drowsiness made them fail to notice another person before them. They just nearly bumped into them, but managed to step back in time; Cairngorm looks up at them, startled.

Himmel had been spending his time in the market again, this time helping a storeowner of a garden shop; their pots and other wares completely covered by a sudden burst of snow that had swept over the ward. Though he'd cleared up as much as possible, covering what needed to be saved and moving things into storage for them, the plants that had been affected didn't seem salvageable.. or so he thought!

"That magic you use.. it's different, yet seems so familiar to me. I once met a young girl here who could bring life to plants and flowers like it was nothing-- yet she didn't use those symbols you drew.." a few fingers came to rest at his chin, curiously watching the woman as she worked. "If you don't mind my asking, is there a name to this specific method?"

“Oh, this is fascinating!” Lucretia listened to the hologram guide for a while, but she keeps getting so distracted by the ruins that she’s lagging behind the group. It’s fine, she’s sure she can find her way back eventually... she hopes. She’s been to yesteryear a few times, but she’s never been able to explore the underground to this extent! It would be wasteful not to take advantage of an opportunity like this, right? She runs her hand across a weathered panel on the wall, trying to make out some of the text.

“Oh, did you want to catch up to the tour group?” She turns, realizing she’s been in this spot for a while-- hopefully she isn’t holding the other lady up.