The Vidalis matriarch is awake again, it seems. While Anemos holds no affection at all for the coven, witches themselves rather irksome just by nature of existence, they are quite curious as to the state of things going on inside the residence now. And so when they happen upon one of the young daughters out and about in the city, it’s no hard decision at all to slip into the chair across from her, a faux grin against their lips that’s more sharp than friendly. “You’re one of the little coven witches, aren’t you?” Their tone is deceptively mirthful, but there’s a distinct lack of tact present when the oneiroi cannot be bothered to obscure themselves under the guise of something harmless. ( @adelaidevidalis )














