Starglow Basin bruja,

her grin was sharp as broken glass, glinting under the weak moonlight. eyes gleamed with a mix of mischief and pride, the shadows of the night deepening the hollowed contours of her sharp face. she dipped her head ever so slightly, a theatrical nod as she relished the confirmation.

sí, she purred, her voice a low, dangerous melody. la bruja.

her gaze flicked to the slumped figure below her, a lazy wave of her tail brushing the ground as if to underline her prize.

saya moved with the deliberate grace of someone fully aware of their power, her movements almost serpentine as she returned her gaze to him.

¿qué harás con ella?