Closed Starter for @declanofruin
Where: The Conclave
Thera was playing a game with herself. It wasn’t a very fun game. It was a game that involved squinting and unsquinting her eyes just enough to try and figure out if the nervous looking man across the room was the same man who had gotten into her murder during the Hurricane.
Widen. Squint. Unsquint. Peer slightly harder.
Yeah she could almost make out the cacophony of feathers that had stuck out of his hair as he had fled back into the storm.
At least Artio hadn’t made her follow him as well as the boy in the car.
But she was curious. She could just barely make out the purple haze in his thread. What had a witch been doing in her coup.
So she approached the man and extended a hand, “Thera Wendell. You won’t know me but you met my birds during the hurricane. I do hope you made it out of the storm ok, you seemed to be having quite a bad time?”
