02-01-2012, 11:43 AM
Magnolia did her best to stare her sister down from across the water. The creature had so many things, just like the confidant did. But the palest sister had a fondness for gypsy clothing and scarves which Maggie didn't particularly care for. The sisters innate differences bugged her suddenly, turning whatever expression she had on her face into a scowl. Maggie did love Foxglove, at least in some sort of way.... But the first time she had appeared out of nowhere and Magnolia had let her stay temporarily, she had risked a lot. The constant scent hiding and fear had been enough for the mohawked girl. But foxglove was her only true blood. Salsola called itself a family, but somehow Magnolia had found herself hiding one family for the sake of another.
Foxglove spoke so very quietly, almost that Maggie couldn't hear her. She also showed the Confidant something on her hand, that glinted in the light. Curious, Magnolia said a frank "Well, If you want my help, you're on the wrong side of the Pictou, sis." The scout then grinned, flashing a toothy smile at her sister. Foxglove probably wouldn't find the trip across fun; the water was especially frigid and cut like a knife.
Foxglove spoke so very quietly, almost that Maggie couldn't hear her. She also showed the Confidant something on her hand, that glinted in the light. Curious, Magnolia said a frank "Well, If you want my help, you're on the wrong side of the Pictou, sis." The scout then grinned, flashing a toothy smile at her sister. Foxglove probably wouldn't find the trip across fun; the water was especially frigid and cut like a knife.