Hushed Willows maybe it's all your fault

flexing her muscles in an attempt to intimidate her supposed mercs-in-arms, the explosive fae clicked her nails together impatiently. she portrayed that much more of a villainous witch than a fae; though she did not mind. their soft lifestyle and systems were not to her liking, the new court seemed much better. if she was going to assert any dominance and make her way in the ranks to the crowned huntress she idled, then she'd train night and day to overpower any supposed creature.

bridget, bright and bouncy liker her usual self proposed to watch and take notes. " you'll never know what could happen when facing an enemy," she started, " or enemies, but we'll take your offer this one time. but don't think your exempt from a beating."