Unlike the Crimson Hound, Marianne was not shy in her giggling to show off just how amused she was by this whole situation. Yes, Hazel had proved to be a very interesting person to talk to. As much as Amadeus had incredible eyes, perhaps she was looking in the wrong place all along? It was hard to tell at this point.

“Farewell for now Mister Amadeus,” the dark mage said to the boy as he departed. That left only her and Solanne to stand in the clearing. A familiar gleam reflected in Marianne’s good eye, one that Solanne was all too aware of.

“So let me guess…”

“There’s no need to say it aloud big sister. You know me better than anyone else, so it’s pretty much a given,” Marianne replied happily. “Now if you’ll excuse, I have more research to conduct.”

She bowed slightly before skipping off towards Hazel’s tent. Said “research” would include messing with the so called Child of Omen a little more, all for her entertainment. Maybe she could even sneak a few organs with her when she was finished.

Solanne watched her go with a sigh and a scratch to the head. It was times like these that she wished Solomon was conveniently around to comment on their strange days. No such luck so far but she hoped the Emerald Glaive made an appearance soon.

“Probably off stealing away poor horses again,” she said to herself before noticing something happening near a tree. It was the gathering Amadeus had left them to go check out. With nothing else better to do, Solanne found a nearby tree and leaned on it with crossed arms to watch whatever happened next.