The Occult. Even Jocasta, in all her journeys around the land to secret and ancient ruins, could not completely understand the force that drove the name. However she knew it was somehow, unexplainably, more knowledgeable and aware than any witch she had ever encountered and if it had branded this small band of fellows - there was drive and reason behind it. What was more curious was the symbol scolded into the back of her palm. It seemed fitting and had both an obvious and hidden meaning; a blade pointing downwards with a crescent moon in the background. She had been born on a full moon and always suspected that there was more reasoning to her magic than simple myths about the celestial body in the sky, but it was never backed with any proof. Now, among vague prophecies and hidden powers, she saw this symbol in front of a priestess that also bore the same. This probably wasn't a conquincidence or at least not one that she could think of anyways.

The overbearing feeling of fate and destiny was suddenly shattered as she heard the priestess fall and her eyes were drawn to a figure in the distance. And what a figure it was, to have drawn upon such a large blade and robes. The orb is what drew her attention to most though as the man practically swept it across the field with no incantation or any movements that she could see. That in of itself was a rarity that many witches did not possess in her experience - even some witches that could keep up with Jocasta had to make whispered incantations before spells. To will magic, even with small movements, spoke of experience and power that was not very well known and in fact was one of many reasons that Jocasta herself had become so famous.

Once again, thoughts were cut short as the flames around them started the roar with anger, threatening to topple the whole structure down on their heads. She didn't know any of her fellows besides Flowryde, but the masked witch threw her arms up and weaved magic into debris above them to protect them. Everything was happening so quickly that before she knew it, the doors had been turned to ash and another witch was forcing the smoke upward. Everyone was in a frenzy and Jocasta must've seemed the fool among the group as she mostly stood there and watched. It didn't last all that long though before she started to walk briskly towards the door, though again she would seem an idiot for having not ran towards it for her life, but nevertheless she made it out before Flowryde had and stood among the small circle.

In another life, perhaps, Jocasta might've spoken up - played the temporary leader until the group pulled together and started to work as a unit (if they even choose to do so), but in this life she was more than content to look to others on what they wanted to do. She would let them figure it out among themselves, after all, she was just a mercenary. The only stake she had in this besides the sudden thrust of fate was a very old friend.