Lone Star Mountain You think you know witches from stories and such,

A pleasant smile, that she would not loose him. He was a loyal man, that was for sure, and respected him so, even if he was unholy. It was an odd feeling, being among those not of the Déorwine kind, and surely, she was getting used to it. Though couldn't say the same to her more religious family members, and wondered how they faired.

"I would hope so," Célnes looked up, blinking as some of the droplets trinkled onto her face, "my family and I escaped a fire, only to encounter endless rain. Seems ironic, is it not?"