[center][h1][color=9950ff]Iris Aderast[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] [sub]That was wild[/sub] That bloody potion was very clearly not for human consumption, seeing as several of the witchlings - witches? - were either doubled over in pain, high as a kite, both, or healing someone who was a combination of the two. Iris, however, was just fine. She stood up a little dizzy, pondering the vision of the heartless golems she saw. It was strange, golems were literally impossible to create without a heart, Iris would know since she quite literally wrote the book on golemism. [color=9950ff]”...I know what I’m doing first.”[/color] Iris mumbled to herself as she straightened out her graduation robes and made her way past Sister Deborah, pondering the things she did today. [color=9950ff]”I could go for some more tea...”[/color] That was probably the first thing the airheaded girl would do, drink some ambiguous liquid and ponder the validity of its existence in her cup and hand. Naturally. [center][h1][color=cyan]Isolde Morden[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] [sub]That was beautiful[/sub] Isolde stood up, she was a little more well composed compared to some of the new witches. It seemed like she got off easy, one of the initiates was vomiting, and being helped. It was definitely a rough process to handle, but they all made it. Internally, Isolde was thrilled, just being here was an honor for her, but as of today, she was a proper witch, and this was her home now. When the coven’s leader spoke, telling them to leave, she remembered she was supposed to let her know she was here. It was time to go back to the house, so Isolde got up and started walking until she got to the elder with the lantern, she remembered her name. The elders of Morden Mountain told Isolde about her and to let her know when she was here. [color=cyan]”Sister Deborah? My name is Isolde. Isolde Morden. I was told to let you know that I arrived from the mountain. I’m happy to be here.”[/color] She tried to keep a dignified tone in front of the elder. She stood up straight and tried to remain presentable. She didn’t know much about this woman, just that she was important in the coven, and not to mess with her. [color=cyan]”I’m honored that you allowed me to come here, sister.”[/color] [sub][@canaryrose][/sub]