@curseshared liked x for a starter!
“Oh, of all the-” Out of curiosity, Kikimora had been perusing the wares provided by the merchants in the Opalarian Market Town- Cotes Ward felt the most like home, though it was still a far cry from the Boiling Isles, and she’d wondered if she could find any ingredients to make potions here. That field was never quite her strong suit, so she may have overstocked her basket to get the widest array of ingredients she might need as possible. A slight stumble sent one of them rolling along the ground- a jar of what seemed to be thick blood, labeled as that of a beast unknown to her called a “Ragù.” The little demon scurried after the runaway jar, and of course it would be just her luck that it’d roll right into someone’s foot. “Ah- pardon me, I just dropped my...”
The words caught in her mouth when she made eye contact with the one whose shoe the jar had landed up against. It wasn’t anyone she had reason to be scared of or nervous around, at least back on the Isles. There, she had power, authority, magic- something the witch before her now had once possessed as well yet threw it all away for her family. Quite the opposite of herself, really...only fitting that they’d ended up on opposite sides of the conflict. But while she certainly wasn’t scared of the former Coven Head, suddenly running into her in a place like this had...flustered her, at least a little.
“Lilith! You...you are here as well.” Of course she was here as well- she was right there! “It’s...been some time, hasn’t it?”
