Ouroboros Spine I take my t-shirt off, swing it around my head

"I see," she repeated, though of course she didn't. While rather mad, she could not fathom a separate entity living within her mind. There was room for only one demon there and it was Pixie. 

Still, her ideas of Serem helping to mother the Serpents' future generations died with a curdle of disappointment. She and Nikan had been in utter agreement about the strength of bloodlines - no weaknesses of the mind or body were to be passed along to the coven's precious Snakelets, which included disembodied voices in one's skull. 

A pity she will be barred from children, the witch mused inwardly with regret for Serem seemed a worthy candidate but there was always Pixie. Nikan might even find a second worthwhile Serpent to spawn a litter alongside her own by next season. 

"Are they under control now?" The sorceress purled in curiosity as she put aside her inner thoughts, eyeing the woman sidelong.