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Familiar/ 329 / Male
[B]Location:[/b] The great room[b]Tags:[/b] Mira[/center]

Ismael's smile turned down a bit when Mira asked about the painting. His eyes always held a mournfulness behind the friendly face. For a moment, that was ever more apparent. But Ismael had survived long enough to learn grace despite his feelings, and he usually had no problem talking about the greatest witch he'd ever known. 

"She was the founder of this coven," He said, his tone less cheerful but still kind, "Agatha knew how important it was to make a home for witches as the feelings towards magic shifted. She helped craft this mansion a long, long time ago. Her power was all but unmatched, but she never let it get the best of her, as it does to some. But magic isn't a fix-all-end-all, and no one can beat death forever. We lost her during a long fought conflict with an old hunting clan. She made sure that her coven's safety was put first, mine included." His lips tugged upwards a little at the memory of his fierce but ever compassionate mistress. 

"She made me a familiar, back when I was just a human man. We wanted to have forever together. That wasn't very realistic, of course. She's been gone for over a hundred years...and I'm still here." 

Ismael couldn't deny that early on, his darker thoughts had wished that he'd perished alongside her. Carrying on indefinitely without her had seemed like a life sentence of torture. But he'd grown older and wiser, and he knew that his purpose was to more than Agatha. He'd raised more children of the coven than he could count. He'd made waves in the lives of his witches that he couldn't even fathom. He belonged here for as long as he could take. But that didn't stop his heart from longing.