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

She chuckled softly as he agreed so. Perhaps cursed, and so was Whitney. Was this due to this mistreatment of the unholy? She laughed as well, for the fact that such thoughts would be scorned by her family. At least such would not be scorned by some, her brother would judge so, and she could only imagine what her sister would think. Was Kendrick so? Célnes could not tell what was a lie, and what was the truth from him anymore.

"You are a good man Germanicus, I would be delighted if you stayed with us," she said, despite her brothers more ill-taste to such an extension, "I would be delighted if you stayed with us,"

"In our land, the Deorwine, we are not all family- our name, is also given through rituals blessed by our God. We are loyal, to our namesake." Her eyes lowered to the ground as she explained so. It was true, she was close to her siblings, as many would be, but there was more to the name then just the blood they shared. A loyalty, amongst those of the name, and a trust. The High Elk would not choose the distrusting kind, amongst their name.