{ womanscorrned }
Eternally emboldened by confidence spawned from the possession of limitless power does a particularly formal witch exist. Although there are forever to be those individuals not averse to disputing the bounds of her authority, the simple fact of the matter is that her digits - frequently driven by this insatiable lust for extra helpings of that which she so clearly values above all - are not banned from resources endowed with the ability to manipulate established laws to accommodate her aims. The intricate network of webs - ethereal strings made unique by their fragile nature - that serves as sutures preventing this governing body from collapsing under the merciless pressure of this endless battle occurring between the forces of corruption and balance fought for dominance is currently not beyond her reach. Such beliefs are kept concealed from the few superiors who do preside over departments spearheaded by the ambitious female as revealing them would deal quite the blow to the inner workings of her vibrant world. Irreparable damage would arise.
Nevertheless, whilst seated so properly at her uncluttered desk - the centerpiece of this feminine touched office of hers with a view capable of sparking envy in the hearts of any who appreciate natural beauty, appendages find themselves restless with an eagerness to rectify imperfections visible to her. Yet, they are forced to suppress this urge as the creaking of the only door serving as a means of entering and exiting the room ensnares the attention of vigilant optics featuring a hue reminiscent of tides that glister beneath warming rays of sunlight generous enough to devour every ounce of coldness plaguing the surface of these waters. This arrival is most unexpected, and certainly reason for her to initiate an unpleasant discussion with her incompetent underlings. There are severe consequences to be faced for laziness.
❝ I'm afraid I wasn't informed of this meeting. No matter, I'll just have you tell me why it is you're here. ❞