Niamh clutched the book to her chest, feeling its scaly cover with her fingertips as she hurried to dart down an alleyway. This time, instead of robbing graves, she was holding a very precious book. A book that she needed, in order to summon her next spirit from the grave and bind it to her living flesh. What she had not figured out, however, was the means by which she might prevent the continuous addition of other souls to her body from sapping her current lifeforce; eventually, ideally, she would figure it out. She was a Majin, yes, but she was not one who would stoop to gathering the seeds of other witches. It wasn't because she considered it good, or bad, it was because she considered it a weakness, a vulnerability to which she would never stoop. No, Niamh had her eyes set on the ultimate prize: powers brought from the grave, spirits of powerful figures who had once, in life, obtained ranks that she could only dream of.And one day, those spirits would be hers. For now, she was stuck with Lime. In the tome she clutched to her chest, it held the second of a few rituals she required. This one was a method of putting spirits to sleep within her, so that she could summon their powers when she wished, instead of the loud spirit she'd accidentally sewn to herself in the first place. Lime. The Witch who'd answered her call, and seemed to have only a vague inclination to ever be of actual use. He provided sonic abilities. Which made sense, since he never stopped talking.
It made Niamh seem crazy, trying to keep track of what Lime was saying while maintaining normal conversation. "I just need to get home with this, and then I need you to be quiet for a night, so I can read it in peace and figure out how to remedy the fact you are my only ally," Niamh muttered under her breath, her soft voice edged with irritation.
You're just jealous!
"Jealous of what? Miscreant," she retorted quietly, no longer keeping to the shadows. She was now walking full in the street, because around the next few turns loomed the Von Rohr Estate. Safety.
She would never have noticed anyone following her.
