Key:
Kat: I use bold to show whose talking, "" for speech and **/ italics for thoughts.
RP:
Bree: Bree stood at the Hecate cabin door. Runes covered the white walls and at the front porch were two old torches crossed over each other in an X shape. Bree was dressed in tattered jeans and jacket as she clutched onto her mace. She looked like a rabid animal staring all around her, overwhelmed by the fact that this was still real and not a dream. But she would soon meet someone, someone special. A girl like her... yet so different.
Freya: Freya saw the young blonde girl at the door of her mother's cabin and she knew she was her half-sister. They share the same mother but come from different cultures. "Welcome, you must be the newest child of Hecate, my mother. " Had a feeling that Bree was different from the other Hecate children.
Bree: Bree looked at the young girl. Her attire was rebellious and strong and Bree could respect that. "Yea, no. I'm not a daughter of magic or whatever. I'm just trying to adjust." She replied but found herself slipping down the stairs. She cursed in Greek as she warily walked up again. "I'm just here to get this curse off me."
Freya: Freya catches the girl before she falls. "Watch your step and as for your curse, good luck with removing it. You have a strong ancient curse on you." Freya has a special skill when it comes to curses and ancient spells. Which she learned from her siister's books.