Thread: A conversation WHO: Ripley Morstan & Cressida Hallowfen WHEN: Sunday, early afternoon [forward dated] WHERE: Cressida’s Office, Hydra Dorms
Thankful for a break in her dwelling on the memories of the two-week captivity in the mine and of Davian, Ripley pulled her light sweater around herself as she made her way to Hydra House. She had re-instituted her glamours to hide her wings and horn nubs thankfully. But other things were weighing on her mind despite the possibly pleasant diversion of speaking with Cressida about the Demonic language.
Once passing across the threshold, Ripley easily made her way to the witch’s door and knocked.