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Was she, herself, a witch? This was a question that flit vaguely at the back of her mind, one she did not want to ask of herself. But if they were not so rare at all - as Starbuck went on to list two others - then perhaps it wasn't a fact to be feared. Then again, Saga had never met a witch, only been told that she had some sort of ability. Were witches good? Were they evil? The hairs at the back of her neck prickled as she continued to digest the information, but she couldn't let the conversation stagnate without bringing attention to her misgivings.

And how.. How did you know you were a witch? If it is not too bold of me to ask, yet as she spoke and the words filled the space between them, Saga was finding herself increasingly anxious about the conversation. She did not wish to overstep any boundaries, and was becoming a little bit antsy for an escape; yet at the same time she was desperately curious, and it was difficult to satisfy these juxtaposed reactions.