[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=9F6D88]Fleur La Mallificum[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/87/21/f2/8721f2de8f1f5190e168f84c925a1973.gif[/img][hr][color=9F6D88][b]Location:[/b][/color] Port Witch Coven[/center][hr]

[color=9F6D88]"Witch Messiah? Huh. I like the sound of that."[/color]

Fleur brushed bits of the woman off of her as she vanished into the air. The other woman with her, who Fleur actually forgot about, jumped out the window. So far, that window was becoming quite the exit way. Perhaps she should see about installing something for easier access? But that was for another time because as she turned and heard the voice, she could not believe it.

Or rather, she could as she was accustomed to such things, but Nera was there, standing in front of her. She was dead, Fleur was certain, but Nera stood there. Fleur looked at her hand, where she still clutched the hairpin of her fallen love. [color=9F6D88]"Yeah, she was not worth the trouble. I can sense our numbers and it seems we have won, at least for now. I don't expect the Wendron Witches to lick their wounds for long, but I am content that Bernice is handling the children well. If anyone dares trifle with her, or Constance for that matter, they will suffer a far greater wrath than I could ever muster."[/color]

Fleur looked out the window to the sky now, debating the next course of action now that she had her companion with her, if even for this moment. [color=9F6D88]"I've long since felt Malekith leave and the fact these witches came shortly afterwards can only confirm he did not hold out. I expected as much. And now you are gone. I will fulfill my promise I stated. I will see our plans through. And I can start, by reclaiming our prize."[/color]

With that, Fleur sent out another missive to Luna through [b]CradleSnatching[/b], this time, Luna will feel a strong pull and an urge to listen and obey. [color=9F6D88][i]"Not so fast, love. You are not through aiding your Witch Mother. Come, we must get together and rebuild."[/i][/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F0DAE2]Myth the Muse[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1ibj4AWR71r9n0vm.gif[/img][hr][color=F0DAE2][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Winking Duck Tavern[/center][hr]

Myth cared not for the talk or the looks she had recieved. She was in a handsome man's lap, and that was all that mattered. At least in this instance. Bruce seemed taken aback by all of this and she could only stifle in her enjoyment of it for so long. [color=F0DAE2]"Bruch eh? Such a strong, masculine name that just oozes power and...girth.[/color] She shuffled herself in his lap, being careful not to hurt the beast, but more to tease.

[color=F0DAE2]"No need to be nervous, Bruce. I am a decent person. Name is Myth, by the way. I am a traveling Bard and Adventuress seeking fortune and fame, among other things,"[/color] she added with a sly wink. She took a sip of her drink before continuing. [color=F0DAE2]"Want me to play you something? Or sing? Or anything else that tickles your fancy?"[/color]