With a little more knowledge about seers on her brain, Selene was the first one that she wanted to seek out. If what the other witch had told her was true, it seemed like perhaps the little witch would have more information about her beloved church than what she had initially anticipated her to have. If she could find out answers about what had happened, then that would finally bring the justice that they all deserved.
So she had gone digging through some of the older items that she had collected over the two centuries that she had spent in Ashbourne, many of the things that she had owned before no longer with her after she had been trapped inside of the town. But there were still plenty of items that she owned that were a couple hundred years old and in good condition. Some of it, Fleur hadn’t touched in years. A little donation, an offering of sorts, could very easily been made. She had packaged up a handmade dress she’d made just before the 1800s had come around, some of the colors of the silk faded, but otherwise still in pristine condition. It was a traditional Cambodian piece with thoughts of when she’d visited the country, barely remembering that her mother had told her that was where her father had come from.
“I have something that you’ll like.” No traditional greeting, but instead, Fleur offers the wrapped material to her. “I’d advise you be gentle, though. It’s about two hundred years old.”
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