His little Angel
The dagger landed between Madeline clasped hands,
The air changed slightly as the temperature changed slightly.
As Madeline got up from the ground, her hair and eyes changing.
Her scythe appearing in her hands, she didn't look as friendly as she was before.
"Meara. Feamer...healer of the high elves, Barron ex lover..."
Meara blushed when she heard Madeline's last words, they was a long time ago.
"You all here are reeking of blood, especially you Damien....unknown species."