Where: Coffeebar (brunch café)
When: Sunday, April 26th, after both meetings, 11:00AM
Status: closed for @jupitersari
Anxiety. The emotion filled every crevice of her being, seeking into every atom of her reality. Perhaps she was being dramatic for no reason— all of this just in her head. But on the chance that it wasn’t— well, she was scared. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her nerves as she waited for the fellow dark-haired witch to join her. She had arrived first unsurprisingly in way, already sitting at their table, drink and menu in hand as she waited. Patiently. Silently. You have to tell her before the seance— it would be wrong not to, she reminded herself haughtily. Lucrezia had made a valid point Friday night after the first meeting; her necromancing might potentially make a seance dangerous. She tapped her fingers against the clean glass cafe table, absent-mindedly scanning the menu a few times before setting it down, glancing around the quaint little restaurant. Where was she?
Did she regret Friday night? No. Did she forgive Ariadne? No. But did she want to know more about the witch hunters? Protect the others? Protect herself? Yes. And unfortunately for Carter’s personal grudges against the astral witch— her self preservation instincts were stronger than her anger.