when josie reaches to open the door, she doesnāt know what to expect. sheās only heard tales of the tribrid, and caution weighs out over curiosity. she may need help, but she shouldn't allow that to make her POWERLESS.
still, the other girl (a legend of sorts) might have information josie could use. she takes a deep breath. head up, she tells herself, shoulder's straight. thatās what she should focus on; not the jumble of emotions all clawing in her chest or the scent of blood sheās not sure whether or not sheās imagining. her own BURNING power. everything she knows she's capable of.
āhope?ā she asks, looking around while fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, from habit more than anything. āhope mikaelson?ā
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