Blackfeather Woods Beneath the red scarf and a chapeaux

She smiled a sad smile. How come a conversation with a child felt better than with any of the adults part of their grim existence? Maegi, she found, was extraordinary in caring, in asking the right questions that brought even Nyx's guard down. I am not Melonii blood, and yet I held the crown of the Woods for quite som time. Vaati did not like that much, and as such, does not like me that much. She speculated, knowing that not all was true. She was not sure if the way Vaati treated her was the way he would treat her now, nor if it was just how he treated everybody. It was quite judgmental of her, but she thought she had him figured out.

She chuckled then. What did she do?  Well, I believe I am an assassin.... and I scouted for a short while for... She cut herself off, not wanting to think of Damien and the short but dramatic history they shared. As a child, about your age - perhaps a bit older - I also wanted to become a temptress. She informed, hoping such a fate would not befall the little girl of Potema as well. Although, Nyx found her pretty enough.

And you? What would you fancy to do?