RavenSong
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Scylla was nearly lost in thought observing the fiery display of the creatures before then, brought back only by Iberis soft voice, making her chuckle. "Thought provoking?" She repeated as her joyful eyes fell on the witch. "Certainly quite the contrast of the one I used to be.. bubbly, babbling, bouncy witch who could at any moment either blow herself up or defeat those that would kill her." Noticing Iberis hat once again she'd quickly nudge it a bit to the left instead. "Yeah, that's better." Nodding with a satisfied grin. "I suppose I haven't changed that much."
Scylla hummed at Katjas reservations. "Oh, certainly.." a bit absentminded as she entwined her pale alabaster hand with hers. Scylla continued to fan herself as she admired their hands together. "..jealousy? Oh, yes.. a natural human emotion of course.." Scylla looked up at the 'not nun'. "..emotions are chaotic, destructive and sometimes downright violent but.. as is the nature of our coven, our collective pact to pool our power and influence requires a sacrifice not in blood but.. of ones heart." Letting go of her hand she continued lightly, a smile taking place of the earlier, more analytical and pensive visage. "I.. well.. I think we could be an item."
Scylla listened to Katjas story, concerned at times, gasping at others, especially when it came to the description of her nemesis on an other plane. "I see.. I'm intrigued." She replied, holding back her deep interest in her powerful adversary named the Labyrinth. "I must admit, I cannot relate to the desire of trying to become a hero. I.. well, I too wanted that for a time. Until I realized that power is what truly determines the outcome of any given conflict. It's what ultimately brought me here." She quickly corrected herself however, "I'm not saying you want to be a hero. Dear me." Waving her hands in her defense, before continuing, "I suppose I should tell you if we're to know one another deeper.." Noticing there were details about her story Scylla could feel Katja was omitting. She cleared her throat a bit, likely walking along to the next display as they continued their conversation. "I lost someone very dear to me, a mentor, and the founder of this coven. Her name was Renee. You see, I was too weak to save her, the pain of that loss has taken me to a path of seeking out the most powerful texts and magics I could possibly find. That's what ultimately drives me. Power." Scyllas expression would change to that of a monster about to devour her prey, her hand gently holding up the bottom of her chin as Scylla got closer. "If you could go back and become the god of the labyrinth.. would you do it ?"