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.
Bree: Bree grabbed onto Freya's arms and skeptically eyed her but shyly thanked her no less. "So are you gonna open the door or..." she pointed towards the door in an impatient tone.
Freya: Takes her arm and unlocks the door. "A piece of advice, be polite and nice then things won't be tense for you."
Bree: Bree preferred not to be touched and although it was understandable when she fell, here she just found it rude. As they walked through the door, Bree looked around. She could see thousands and thousands of books stacked everywhere, inscribed with magical knowledge from necromancy to clarovancy. Looking up she awed at the glowing orbs that served as light in this mysterious cabin. She tried to cover her amazement with a "Not bad." But it was blantenly obvious, she was impressed.
Freya: "Don't make a mess."
Bree: Bree ignored Freya as she ran towards the books and the shelves. Skimming through books about curses and hexes and all sorts of voodoo. "Hexes? No. Love spells, no. Spiritual cleansing?" She mumbled to herself as she kept searching, littering the floor with books.
Freya: Grabs Bree's arm and asks Bree "Please pick up the books and put them back where they were. I asked you nicely not to make a mess, Can you please respect that? Freya knows how to remove Bree's curse but won't do it because she considers Bree to be very Rude.
Bree: Bree clenched her mace. "Do you really want to do this? I've been waiting two years to finally be rid of this curse. Besides technically as a priest, I have a higher standing then you. So you should be listening to me." Bree argued for Freya had yet again touched her, which sent chills up her arm. "Now if you'd like respect, you're gonna have to earn it." She then grabbed Freya's arm and tried unclutching it from hers.
"So far, you haven't."
Freya: Freya starts laughing, "You did not even introduce yourself yet you want respect as a priest." Freya flips Bree and holds her arm pinned on her back while on the floor. "You maybe a priest but that does not give you an excuse to make a mess for those who live in this cabin. You have to earn my respect just as much and it is not a good idea to make me angry, I can remove your curse easily."