A witch of sorts, who lives in a bog. Long fingers, ready to pluck your eyes out.
[Tav doesn’t notice Bastien leaning in closer on his left side at first. Not until he enters the scope of his right eye. Then, he flicks both over to Bastien.]
It’s a rather permanent reminder to not negotiate with hags.
no subject
[Tav doesn’t notice Bastien leaning in closer on his left side at first. Not until he enters the scope of his right eye. Then, he flicks both over to Bastien.]
It’s a rather permanent reminder to not negotiate with hags.