[center][color=82ca9d] [i]Uaithne Cináed Fearghal Orvar[/i] [/color][/center]

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Uaithne glanced around, noting the other witches arrivals and one particulary reclusive witch deciding to hide in or around the coven house. He didn't see witch, but understood the crowd could be daunting. It was certainly annoying for someone of his stature, but he was more or less used to it by now. He smiled as Cassandra continued the conversation. 

[Color=82ca9d]"I had guessed as much. You hide it well but I noticed you have a kind heart, and those don't like to stay sad. I'm glad it is an act. Today is too special to waste on pretense. Speaking of acts, do you think anyone else is putting on a show?"[/color]

Uaithne nodded towards the others, some seated a little farther down the table and others standing by the food. Uaithne was largely on good terms with the other witches. He was even okay with Summer and Charlie, most days. But he was also really good at just vanishing into the woods on bad days... And he was aware that not everyone was as laid-back as he was. 

He personally thought Cassandra was pretty cool. Her hex magic in particular was facinating. He kept his own proficiency with poisons and venoms a lightly guarded secret. He didn't show it off, but he didn't deny it either. Most saw only his healing an enchantments, which played into the supportive role he preferred. But Cassandra... Well, her hexs were the magical equivalent of an artillery battery in Uaithne's mind. It took time to set up, but when done right.... It was terrifyingly inspiring in its effectiveness. 

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[center][Color=82ca9d][b]Speaks With[/b]: [@blackdragon]; [b]Mentioned[/b]: All present.[/color][/center]