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The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Uaithne Cináed Fearghal Orvar

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Uaithne cackled in mischievous delight as Maggie gasped and briefly lost her balance. She dropped her book into the bushes, unfortunate since it put the book beyond his reach as it fell. He stopped cackling to retort to her protest regarding his sneaking.

"Apparently, Miss Wilson, I most certainly can. Otherwise you wouldn't be upset with me!"

He resumed cackling even as he jumped down to find her book for her. He wasn't heartless after all. He wrinkled his nose at the subject matter, he didn't much care for dystopian society books. It was very... Bland to his imagination. Still, it was probably better than text books. He paused his searching to consider the question, before tossing the answer over his shoulder.

"Actually, they are. I think everyone is trying not to worry about the initiation, so they're too distracted to properly mess with each other... Well, except for me. Obviously, I'm not worried."

Uaithne chuckled as he resumed his search. It didn't take long, the book had caught upon a branch of the bush. He pulled it out carefully, and flipped to the page Maggie had been reading from before he interrupted her reading. Then he turned and handed the open book up to Maggie, standing a little to one side just incase she was tempted to plant a foot in face for his terrorizing.

"I think this was the page you were on. And I am pretty sure none of the initiates will complain if you come read at the table. We're not rabid you know... At least not yet, maybe after tonight though... Anyway, you should come over say hello before everyone shows up. Then everyone would be watching you walk over to your seat. You look good in that sundress by the way."

He rambled on a bit, as he tried not to notice how close his face was to her lap on the vertical scale. Finally realizing he was rambling, he clamped his mouth shut and climbed up the railing to sit beside Maggie so he wouldn't have to think about her legs ... Um, anyway. He stared away from the party as he kicked his feet in tandem, watching the wind in the tree tops. It was a really nice day.

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Speaks to: Maggie@melissa

Mentions: All present.

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Uaithne Cináed Fearghal Orvar

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Uaithne appreciated Cassandra's take on the group. Sometimes... Well it was easy for him to see the other witchling's as they/them versus himself. But they really weren't his opponents. A lesson he should know well. He put the bitterness away, this wasn't the right time for reflection. He smiled and waved with one greasy hand at Kate, as she sat and was integrated into the conversation. He glanced across the table at Hana and Iris, but Hana seemed engrossed in whatever girly stuff they were babbling about.

Looking around it was easy to see most everyone was here... Well. There was still the one gal up on the porch... A mischievous grin spread across Uaithne's face as he thought about that. Before Kate could answer Cassandra, he interjected a quick excuse to remove himself from the conversation.

"I will be right back, don't start anything exciting without me. "

Uaithne guzzled his tea, drinking a full half of the pitcher, before picking up his, mostly cleaned, fifth plate and heading off towards the house. He dumped the empty paper plate in one of the many trash cans set out. A quick glance around and Uaithne picked a path that wandered around clumps of witches without getting snagged for a chat. His short stature helped, his quiet and languid pace combined a muted aura, left him... Unimportant to most observers. Though a few recognized what he was doing, they were able to figure out why easy enough and watched with mild amusement... He was nearly at the porch. He caught a glimpse of Maggie, nose in a book, and smiled... There was just a hint of something feral in it, and it faded faster than the smile.

Uaithne looked away, hoping Maggie hadn't noticed the weight of his gaze. Staring had been a mistake... But maybe, just maybe, she was ignoring the world around her and would chalk it up to 'just another glance from mother.' He approached quietly from behind, ducking between the shrubs and the house. His feet making less sound than the birds. Still he avoided looking at Maggie, as he crept up the outside railing adjacent to the one she was sitting on. With one last glance to measure distance and angles, he moved in a cat like pounce up to perch on the railing behind and to the right side of Maggie as she leaned against the corner post. As he landed he parked his face next to her right ear and peered at the book while asking an simple question in his usual quite tone.

"Nice book, what's it about?"

Uaithne expected to startle Maggie, and was prepared to keep her from falling off the porch should she be particularly startled... He was also ready to catch the book if it got dropped.

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Speaks with: Cassandra @blackdragon, Kate @sassy1085, & Maggie @melissa

Mentions: None.

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The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Uaithne Cináed Fearghal Orvar

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Uaithne glanced around, noting the other witches arrivals and one particulary reclusive witch deciding to hide in or around the coven house. He didn't see witch, but understood the crowd could be daunting. It was certainly annoying for someone of his stature, but he was more or less used to it by now. He smiled as Cassandra continued the conversation.

"I had guessed as much. You hide it well but I noticed you have a kind heart, and those don't like to stay sad. I'm glad it is an act. Today is too special to waste on pretense. Speaking of acts, do you think anyone else is putting on a show?"

Uaithne nodded towards the others, some seated a little farther down the table and others standing by the food. Uaithne was largely on good terms with the other witches. He was even okay with Summer and Charlie, most days. But he was also really good at just vanishing into the woods on bad days... And he was aware that not everyone was as laid-back as he was.

He personally thought Cassandra was pretty cool. Her hex magic in particular was facinating. He kept his own proficiency with poisons and venoms a lightly guarded secret. He didn't show it off, but he didn't deny it either. Most saw only his healing an enchantments, which played into the supportive role he preferred. But Cassandra... Well, her hexs were the magical equivalent of an artillery battery in Uaithne's mind. It took time to set up, but when done right.... It was terrifyingly inspiring in its effectiveness.

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Speaks With: @blackdragon; Mentioned: All present.

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