“...?” Even though they had said nothing, the faun looked at Amanda with such a particular expression it practically was written all over their face - why aren’t you scared of me? She looked up at the faun from beneath her glasses, frowning. “Why would I be?” She was drawin...

Amanda frowned a little as she put together the bouquet. She’d never really known any parents before - so this was the first she was putting together. Which may have been odd for an adult her age, but she just never really interacted with others who had the time or will to have children quite yet… it was a surprise even to her to hear that her friend was planning on starting a family. ...

The magical properties were interesting, but Amanda wasn’t one to instantly classify it as ‘sinister’ or ‘evil’. She was quietly taking notes during a ritual to raise an undead faun from death. Some of the mages involved had allowed her to do so, as long as she had given her word that she would not speak of this event to any others - all data she was collecting would be anonymized. At least, so long as they ...