Katherine was pacing around the street, her high heels clicking against the cold surface, her alluring features barely illuminated by the small street light. She was in desperate need for fun and just when she was about to turn back to her current living arrangement, she saw the person in front of her. “Well, well, well. Look who the devil brought in. Didn’t you hear that it’s dangerous to be alone in the middle of the night?”
Cirilla spent most of her nights out and about, most of the time sequestered in the woods where she felt more at home, but every once in a while she ventured into the town to play some cards or buy food where it was needed. Making her way back from the bar, the white haired witcheress froze at the sound of a woman’s voice calling out to her with the hint of a threat.
“Depends on the person.” She said, curiously.
