Carolina/Perdita | after 'History of the Occult" | PG?
Pausing in packing her things, Carolina glanced at the girl, taking in her appearance. Young, she thought. Older than she herself had been at the completion of her Mystic training, but young nonetheless. Still malleable.
Turning a maternal smile on the girl, Carolina said, "Of course," in her low, soft voice, and then remarked, "so few are interested in the history of our craft."