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The Witch was slain. Under clear summer skies, a grief seed softly descends.
<span class="mu-s">€ Hermione Rockefeller €</span>
Soaked through to the bone, Hermione had quite enough of this hugging nonsense. It was one thing to be wearing damp clothes, quite another to be literally dripping wet, and beyond either of those to be literally dripping wet while forced into an unpleasant group hug by a delusional peasant who believed she was a wolf. At this point, pondering whether it would be in ‘Beatrice’s’ character to push them away was beginning to become irrelevant.
Hermione was here for one reason, and one reason alone: to lay claim to a grief seed. She had no personal need for one at the moment, but it would serve as quite useful leverage in any future magical girl dealings. Beyond that, there was no point to staying any longer. Her first encounter with a Witch did go rather tumultuously at times, and she did have to admit that Beets had helped her up initially after the beast broke through the ice, but this was still a business outing, and needed to be concluded as one. She had an appointment with her mother to attend to, after all.
<span class="mu-s">Ѫ Lorene Lovelace Ѫ</span>
With the slightest smile on her face, Lorene found Clover’s constant excitability somewhat endearing. It was a little surprising she could keep this up after seeing a dead body just a few hours before, but Lorene couldn’t deny the fact that there was always a bit of a thrill after taking down a Witch. The fact that she had someone to back her up during the fight was surprisingly nice as well; all her previous Witch hunts had been solo endeavors.
However, while the hug was fine and all, there were things she had to do. Her parents were still missing, she’d left Olivia behind rather abruptly, and she’d rather not waste time on either of those fronts for much longer. Besides, while she hadn’t checked her soul gem for a while, she still had the spare grief seed from her previous hunt. One of these two could have the grief seed, depending on who needed it more.
<span class="mu-s">χ Clover Beets χ</span>
‘Beatrice’ and Lorene both break away from the hug at the same time.
“S-sorry, but I really ought to be going-!” “This was fun, but I should probably be heading-”
The stuttering homeless girl and the honorary almost-packmate speak over each other, but Clover doesn’t really care. She just punches the sky and hops around excitedly. “We did it guys! We actually did it! We were so cool, we were like an actual pack! And we all had each other’s backs like when I helped Bea up or when Lorene was about to get slammed and I zoomed in and- and-!” The girl lets out a massive howl of excitement, unable to hold it in any longer. “That was AWESOME!”
