[ P ] Won't Keep Quiet

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n the weeks following the events of the drought and the desolation it brought to the land, Nimue had kept herself on the move. Her work could never be finished, not while she lived and breathed. She could rest when she was dead.

Returning to the College of Melrose, she was quiet, calculating, head down as she studied not only her material, but those around her. She'd happened to discover her friend and now colleague, Gwendolyn, had her own heritage seeded in a matriarchal line of witches that had passed along their craft to her. Nimue had discovered Rhiannon of her own doing, long before the college.

She simply had to keep her eyes peeled for mannerisms, words that could clue her in on who she could sweep away with her and the rest. Nimue's work would always follow Voxi, but she was first and foremost a shaman, a witch in her right, and forming a circle was the path that called to her. It all rested on...who she associated with and today she would seek to take another under her wing.

art and code by Yahtzee-Penguiduck