Her mother was a healer. Even inadvertently she’d have picked up some knowledge of herbs, poisons, and other dangers that the world possessed. Of course, while her mother’s goal was to save lives and aid others, Elvira couldn’t help a fascination with darker, deadly things. She held no empathy. Instead, like a coiled snake, she wished to strike for no reason other than to see what damage she could inflict.
For the time being she was tiny and frail, but the dead creature now displayed so inelegantly had been small and venomous. Sharp eyes trained on the image, her teeth showing behind a feral smile. Envy showed in her hawk-like gaze. She listened with rapt attention. “How lovely,” she breathed in response, own canines exposed as though she’d truly become a reptile.
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