The Queen looked at her for a moment and after weighing the options she simply wave a hand at the door and sighed out of boredom. "There, your precious human is once again free, must we really tally on such a trivial thing as his worthless life?" The old witch reached out into the air and suddenly pulled back a glass containing a green liquid and a curly straw. Her magic came easily and there was never a word or incantation uttered by the Voodoo witch.
"This King rules as he sees fit, little sister, but I am not at war with him. He could find me if he wished it but in truth he would simply have to request my audience and I would go willingly. For too long we have lived in peace and this dead witch's magic will not drive a wedge between our respective domains." Moussette frowned again at the thought of an all out war between the witches and the vampires. Such a thing would be tiresome and the chaos that followed would be nothing more then a inconvenience when she returned home.
"Tell the other little sisters that if any one them tries to topple the king from his throne, I shall be most displeased...and crossing the King of New Orleans and Queen Moussette is a deadly position to take." Moussette considered her words but cared little for the witches plight, in truth she had grown accustomed to the peace with New Orleans and her Plantation Club and she would not tolerate any who sought to harm her kingdom or it's ally.
"You are no Louisiana witch, little sister, don't have the same scent to you. You have nothing to worry about from me, long as you stay clear of the other little ones that whisper and plot in the dark."