“Thank you, Juliette.” Wally smiled at her and helped grab a few mugs off the plate, adding some spoon fulls of sugar to his cup and then a bit of milk. He watched her pour the tea slowly. Wally willed himself to feel the energy of the tea, the water being poured softly into the cup. Little things like this made being a witch truly amazing, and he was grateful for it.
He listened carefully, hoping to hear something that would be a ‘clicking’ moment so he’d understand why she felt this way. He sat down on a stool and used his fingers rotating motion to stir the tea. “Well, even in normal human families, some people with certain genes dont live as long. In our world though, these things happen often because of a cures.” Wally took a sip and chewed on the thought. “It sounds like you already know though what it is. Do you know who, or if someone definitely did curse your family line?”
╰☆⊰; Juliette simply used a spoon to stir her own tea. Back home, they had done almost everyting without magic, just like normal humans would. Her mother had the opinion that Juliette had to act as normal as possible, so no one would find out she was a witch.
╰☆⊰; I don't know. Maybe? My mother never told me much about our family, but.... she always told a lot about those Isles. Almost like everything happening to our line is... connected with this place.” Not that Juliette could be sure. But the way her mother had been talking, had implanted this idea at some point. Not that Juliette would haver ever dared to ask her. But now her mother was dead, and she was left alone with all her question. “And I mean.... I just have learned that witches actually help to create hunters. So why would it be hunters who killed all my line? it just... it does not exactly make sense, does it?” @mysticwally
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