by Narrator » Tue Aug 27, 2019 7:46 pm
As she comes around another rock, Wanda appears again, that malicious smile on her face and not even bothering to hide it. "Then perhaps, you should be with what you trust." She holds up her left hand, snapping her fingers and the tattooing almost seems to twist as the path, the forest, and even the rocks burst into immediate roaring flame. She's smelled fires and burning before, but something in this touches something very primal in her. Something old and frightening bubbles to the surface and memories of wood being piled around a pole and cries of 'Witch! Witch!' come unbidden to her mind. "Pain, Isolde, can be instructive," Wanda says, "Just think of me as a teaching assistant."