Waiting patiently, biding time, sitting idly. Qualities not often used to describe the Grimaldi’s youngest witch until it mattered the most. She had been working diligently at her father’s wishes for months, the group growing in strength once again before another strafe. No one had even known what hit them before coming two within those white walls, Cyrus playing at prisoner just to see if he could get anyone to talk. The trick had seemed to work for quite a while with Helena’s surprise, but as much as she wanted to wring the basilisks neck— at least he was proficient for something.
Her sapphire hues scanned the room from glass looking in, trying to get some kind of game plan mentally before going in with their dinner. The girls being held together still felt as though it would end up being mad for them all in the end, power in numbers, but Helena was ready to try out a few new tactics she had picked up from recent training. A guard nodded her direction and the dark witch proceeded in, holding just the food and her relaxed frame, “Good evening, hope you like eggplant lasagna because this all we’ve got on the menu.”
@k9-to-five
