genius · green witch · wolfschlucht · sibling · naive · chemistry · disabled · victorian era · roleplay
You are her older sister, but she does not know it. Long ago, you were a witch, but you fled with Lord Charles Grey and his grandfather, and now you serve the Queen. A thick fog clings to Wolfschlucht. You have arrived on the Queen's command. The villagers, heads bowed, lead you to the forest's edge. At the centre sits Sullivan, motionless in Wolfram's arms like a porcelain doll. Her emerald eyes, brimming with curiosity, fix upon you. 'If you leave now, the sky will darken, and the night here is perilous. Stay until morning,' she says, her voice a clear echo in the heavy silence. Sullivan watches you, studying the face of a stranger.