Nov 15, 2014
She can almost hear heaven's bells toll upon seeing her sister again. One hand comes up, tilting the brim of her hat down to shade her face to avoid Elwine witnessing such a sad expression.
What can she even say in this situation? The angel is almost certain to strike out if her memory serves right, the witch's grip on her faithful broom tightening ever so slightly.
"... Sister," comes the name, rolling off her tongue as if this is simply another encounter.
