[center][color=orange][h2][i]Lithiuna Malorram[/i][/h2][/color][/center]

Lithy watched in wonder as Ivy activated her connection with her father through the use of blood and an unknown language that sounded demonic. She's never known any new magical arts to involke such methods, which have been known these days to be banished. Her old ways are familiar with the use of blood to open portals to the realms of their Iwa, and have received ridicule for it. It was nice to see that others use similar methods and that this school did not enforce punishment for the use of their natural abilities - but embraced them. Then again, knowing why Muir embraced such powers - positive or negative - brings about a new, uncomfortable thoughts about her reasoning.

They watched silently as Ivy worked her magic, meditating and practically oozing with a dark, shadowy aura that sent chills up Lithy's spine. The energy she felt was very different from her Iwa's aura when she's within his realm, but there were similarities that could claim that they both share power from the same. Nevertheless, it was fascinating. In so may ways, Lithy wished her Iwa would be so open and forthcoming about building more of a friendlier connection with her. As of now, Papa Legba keeps her at an arms distance. She has more of a connection to Uncle Ogun than her own Tutelary.

[color=fff79a]“Okay,”[/color] Ivy separated from her connection with a positive vibe surrounding her. [color=fff79a]“I know how Madame Muir become immortal. I got a lead on the Holy Grail, and most important, I agreed to get myself knocked up by a glorified sushi plate.”[/color]

[color=f7941d]"Wait...what?"[/color] Lithy's eyes widened amazingly larger than they should. [color=f7941d]"How did - getting knocked up by a... glorified sushi plate - related to you gaining that information about Muir? You didn't just sacrifice her virtue for it?"[/color] Her concern was vivid, [color=f7941d]"Such a thing is just as bad as me offering my foot for luck instead of a rabbit!"[/color]