Re: Rooftop - Rhiannon, Celeste, Open
There was a moment of silence as Celeste took another drink from the can, her eyes drifting up toward the sky. "It's funny you should mention that," she told Rhiannon, setting the beer back down and letting the flannel shirt sleeves fall over her hands as she wrapped her arms around her knees. "Last night, my mother called me. This isn't a normal occurrence," she added, for context. A few strands of brown hair were displaced by a light breeze that washed across the roof. "I always kind of suspected that there was something about her that she might have been hiding. Probably because she made the monumental mistake of marrying into a religious doomsday cult." The witch didn't feel like mincing words.
"We talked for like an hour, during which she made the reveal that she came from a pretty magical family herself. Healing, mostly. White magic." Celeste fell silent once more. "I never met any of them."