#NPC: Seraphine St. Yves

[fatestouch]

"I do not associate with démons of... that type." Scathing.

"No thank you... I'm happily married." And she Knows about you, Damian. Who do you think Cecil rants to?

[fatestouch]

"I feels as if it has been ages since I've seen both of you... and it seems you both have grown a bit more~"

"We are both adults, grand-mère... I believe we have done all the growing we can, at this point."

"Not all growth is simply physical, as you should well know." Seraphine St. Yves just smiles, letting Azrael take her hand to guide her inside. "Morgan, ma petite fleur, have you been well? You seem to have been involved in some rather nasty business."

"Ah, yes ma'am..." She's not even surprised that Seraphine knew that. "Things were a bit difficult, but I'm fully recovered, thankfully."

"A relief and then some. I would be beside myself if I lost any of my darling grandchildren." She places a hand on Morgan's cheek. "Though I am almost ready to scold you for your recklessness, I am sure you've heard enough. So I will say only this..."

"...Do not let those hunters get the best of you again. Am I understood?"

A shiver ran up Morgan's spine at her grandmother's words... and the double meaning behind them. Closing her eye for a moment, Morgan tilted her head in thought, before opening her eye again with a sly smile.

"Even a genius makes an error in judgement every now and then, grand-mère. They may have had their victory in this little skirmish, but in the end, those hunters are dead, and I am still standing." Her eye glitters with mischief for a moment. "I don't make the same mistakes twice. They will learn that soon enough."

Seraphine hums, pleased. "Very good. Now, then... I'd like to be shown around your gardens first. Your mother has told me that they are quite impressive."

"Bien sûr, grand-mère. Everything there was grown entirely by my and Morgan's hand, so I am certain you will enjoy it~"