[ it's been a while since anyone's heard from Beatrice. The door to the room she's claimed in Parkor Estate has not opened for the past week or so, ever since the masquerade-locked and shut against all of Splendor, it seems, with nothing to indicate that it's even occupied. No one enters the room through the door. No one leaves. Even today, this
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W...wow! T-that... t-that was amazing, M-miss!
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Well then. She might be a fitting person to start with. Beatrice inclines her head a little, acknowledging Ukraine's presence. The little motion seems to draw some of the butterflies, for they start to almost swarm around Beatrice, their many wings obscuring her from view.
When they flutter away again, the witch has disappeared-only to reappear in front of Ukraine. ]
As I've said, it is nothing more than a small magic. [ a cackle. ] But I suppose it is easy to forget how impressive it may be to others, when they are unaccustomed to seeing it.
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S-small...? It, it isn't small! I've never seen anything like this in my life! A-and I've lived for a long time... how did you do that?
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As I've said, with my magic. I have lived as a witch for a thousand years, so it is almost as natural as breathing.
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Fuahahahahaha-! Amusing, truly amusing! Is that what witches do where you come from? They must hardly be able to move, stuffed with so many children as they are!
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W-well, she's a-actually a fairy tale from Brother's house. N-nobody's actually seen her, s-so I'm not sure if she exists. B-but w-what's important is that you're not like her! Right? You seem a bit... a bit unusual, but not in a bad way! A-and, I, um... t-tell me, h-have we met before? Y-you seem familiar.
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