[center][h1][color=E97E99]Millicent Clarke[/color][/h1]
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As the tan woman called her that name, a wave of familiarity washed over her. Hecate? That name rang with her. It made her feel like she had been called that name before. That she had been called that name all her life. Was that the god who was with her now? The god that gave her the ability to throw bitchy witches across the room?

Millicent smiled.

She smiled after she threw the witch. She smiled as the blonde woman chewed her out. All she could do was smile because it was too funny. She started to laugh. It was a real laugh, also, not a fake one she served to drunk men to get them alone. Nor a scolding laugh that told the person "What you said was so stupid, I can only laugh." No, she found this entire situation funny.

After her small fit of laughter, she composed herself. [color=E97E99]"The flask chooses and the flask chose me. We all underwent that...trial I suppose we can call it and I succeeded. I took what was given, what I should have taken when that witch was distracted before she caused that destruction. It paid off in the end though."[/color]

She turned to the other women, [color=E97E99]"You want your bodies back. I will do what I can, but it seems it may not be up to just me."[/color] She turned back to the other woman, the woman no one else can see, [color=E97E99]"Am I able to give them back their moral bodies? Or is Hecate?"[/color]