Most of Aaliyah’s verbal support of Genevieve had been so strong to mask some of the less favorable feelings festering just beneath the surface. Jealousy, distrust, curiosity, and the worse yet more recently… abandonment. Something akin to betrayal, not that Liyah was a stranger to that feeling. Each of these feelings, barring the latter, could also be well suited for this new arrival of Ren to the ‘coven’ - if Aaliyah could even call them that. Another one of Gen’s secrets, another one of her girls…. but, oh wrong she seemed to be.
Already, Aaliyah was smiling more openly. “Well, that all makes a lot of sense, actually, “ She nodded, knowingly. Genevieve had once drove to Canada, on a whim, just because of something she’d seen online promising roots in witchcraft. Her haunting voodoo joints was right on par. “New Orleans, huh?” She commented, realizing that the two of them had been brought up on opposite sides of the country, yet somehow had eerily surprising connections. The coven, their magic, Genevieve… Aaliyah tucked it away for later.
“Honestly? I get that,” The electric witch nodded, opening up easily with the newest confession from the older witch. She could easily share a similar opinion. Then, her head cocked sideways, as if considering some new development, a new puzzle piece. “So, you knew? Did you have one of the books, too? Have you… been, like, practicing? By yourself?” She had to bite her tongue to hold back a third onslaught of questions. What can you do? Can you teach me?
“Good old NOLA. Where the sun is bright, the water’s green and the tourists are gullible as anything.” She sighed on the last of it, not particularly proud of her city’s swindling nature. It reminded her far to much of her family back home.
It was a breath of fresh air to feel understood. Ren had no problems explaining herself - she lived her life as an open slate, seeing no prospect in secrets. That so many of these witches understood the hesitance with Genevieve, even those loyal to her, gave Ren more faith in her newly found compatriots than she may have anticipated.
She was just easing in her seat when, just as quickly, Aaliyah began the firing squad of questions. The water witch took a moment before bursting into a deep chested chuckle, leaning back in her seat with her arms behind her head. “You an inquisitor or a witch, cher?” She rubs the back of her head, easy while nodding. “I’ve got me a book, yeah, and I’ve practiced it well.” She gestures to her bus. “I’ve seen a fair bit that might interest you, I believe.”