Sylvia has come here with a small group of witches from her coven. Alexandrie is one of them and she's far more excitable about this event than she ought to be, oohing and aahing at the grand architecture and the fine food. Sylvia, on the other hand, is much less at ease though she doesn't show it. There's dark magic here, she's sure of it, and she doesn't only think that because she knows some of the history of Geap Manor.
Still, they are guests and she knows better than to pry too deeply into the house's nooks and crannies. They sit around a table and sample a variety of the dishes available, talking quietly among themselves.
B) BY THE FIREPLACE
It's just after Abigail's announcement and Sylvia is quietly fuming. Just when she thinks she's gotten rid of one rogue coven, another pops up like a bad smell that won't go away. The fact that Abigail has the audacity to announce this in public sends a very strong message, and it's one that Sylvia won't ignore.
She's standing alone by the fireplace in the sitting room with a glass of wine in hand, looking up at the portrait that hangs above it. She had met Abigail once before, should have read the signs. Now it's too late to stop this before it really begins, so she's going to have to think hard about how to approach the matter.
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Sylvia has come here with a small group of witches from her coven. Alexandrie is one of them and she's far more excitable about this event than she ought to be, oohing and aahing at the grand architecture and the fine food. Sylvia, on the other hand, is much less at ease though she doesn't show it. There's dark magic here, she's sure of it, and she doesn't only think that because she knows some of the history of Geap Manor.
Still, they are guests and she knows better than to pry too deeply into the house's nooks and crannies. They sit around a table and sample a variety of the dishes available, talking quietly among themselves.
B) BY THE FIREPLACE
It's just after Abigail's announcement and Sylvia is quietly fuming. Just when she thinks she's gotten rid of one rogue coven, another pops up like a bad smell that won't go away. The fact that Abigail has the audacity to announce this in public sends a very strong message, and it's one that Sylvia won't ignore.
She's standing alone by the fireplace in the sitting room with a glass of wine in hand, looking up at the portrait that hangs above it. She had met Abigail once before, should have read the signs. Now it's too late to stop this before it really begins, so she's going to have to think hard about how to approach the matter.