Marianne watched as the twins dispersed from the scene to follow Scarlet. Her eyes seemed to linger on their fading forms before they flickered onto Faira. Hearing her question, a twinkle of amusement sparked in Marianne’s eyes. Well then, it seemed things were always destined to get interesting.

“You think I’ve had something to do with the child, yes? Such a fragile mind and lack of trust you have in me Faira dear,” the dark-willed girl chuckled. “But I can understand your doubts. Fret not. The child is still alive, though you may not wish it so later. After all, I often find myself quite fond of children…”

Rosaline seemed to share this notion, assuring Faira that nothing happened to Little Anne. If Marianne’s words didn’t satisfy Faira then maybe Rosaline’s would. Not that Marianne particularly cared in the end. It wasn’t her problem to deal with in the end. So she sat back in the shadows with crossed arms, studying the group with amusement.