Five years have passed since Emeth Light Spinner cast the Spell of Obtainment and was presumed dead. But little does the world know that she survived, and lives on as the dark sorceress Shadow Weaver. As the second-in-command of the Horde, she has b...
I have stared into the face of evil for decades. Moons above, I myself was wicked at one point, though I now seek to assist the side of good. Even if I am too far gone to be good myself.
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My lord has inquired about babies due to the annoyance they pose in the nursery. You mentioned that when Adora came through the portal, her screaming aggravated your ears. You are not the only one – Carmen also has immense discomfort whenever Catra yowls in our quarters. (I do not know the science behind it, but perhaps you would.)
I shan't tell you where babies come from without direct orders – it is a topic considered inappropriate for a second-in-command to tell her head officer. But I shall tell you about their benefits, and their joys.
As Shadow Weaver began a new paragraph in her report, Carmen entered the room with a yawn. Without concern for proper etiquette, the felinetta threw off her uniform, only wearing her underwear and bra.
As Shadow Weaver shook her head, trying not to think about her servant's oddities, Carmen spoke. "I'm due to go to the priesthood. Time to get the twelfth mark."
As Carmen pulled on a flowing white tunic and black leggings, tying on her open-toe socks – felinettas usually didn't wear shoes – Shadow Weaver's gaze wandered to her servant's arms. On her left arm, five red scars flashed; six were on her right.
"I will never understand," Shadow Weaver muttered.
"My lady, you can't forbid me from goin' to worship," Carmen said with a pout.
"Did I say I was forbidding you?"
The felinetta's cheeks reddened. "No, my lady. Forgive me."
"There is nothing to forgive. You may go, but leave Catra here." Catra wasn't a Kryteyan yet. She couldn't be until she was nine years old, and Shadow Weaver refused to allow the child to become indoctrinated by the strange religion Carmen followed.
Her servant nodded. "A'ight. I'll be back later tonight. You sure you can handle yourself?"
Shadow Weaver nodded tiredly. "Now go," she said with a wave of her hand. She sighed, and Adora cooed softly in question.
"It's no matter, my dear," she said softly to the baby. "Carmen is simply...going to get another scar."
And Shadow Weaver was helpless to stop it.
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