Blackfeather Woods someone to rely on as lightning comes a-staring in again

ooc; prolly in a potential fight with another thread of hel's so i gotta makes an exit within character/timelines suck.

praying the new beast uttered. "obviously" Heloise would reply curtly enough, having no patience for beings of a dark and sinful design. she assumed the girl was merely mute, not drenched in beginning decay. the air was thick with heathenism. she could almost choke upon it. her body twisted away from the gathering. the sudden thought of snuffing out the girl's life before her evil gods could devour her body and soul was almost tempting. yet she merely assumed this was the whispering of the deities influences. 

yet the girl... disappointing. praying to your heathen gods the mind would repeat, seeing no souls worth saving here. the altar had not been forced to be put up. there was nothing to suggest someone else had done it, that the girl was merely playing with a curious force. like a teenager at a slumber party, getting ahold of an ouija board. this was deliberate. this was too dark for her. Heloise knew if she attacked, the other woman would come to the girl's aid. and if Heloise was to attack the woman, the girl would go to her defense. 

there was nothing for her to do here. she would not stand by while this ritual took place yet she also had the sense to realize if she disrupted she would perish. without another word, catching the eyes of the girl briefly, Heloise would turn to depart. her soul was not worth curiosity's heavy price. she would not be tainted by the choking air.