|(#TwilightRealm, #Witches, #Oakenlings, etc. belong to the lovely @LadyLeaf)
The Candeliana Witch's heart was completely open, vulnerable and unprotected in this state, not to mention that time had not stopped; two Dark Sisters were still on the way to capture them.
"Marea, is she well? Is she married?" asked the girl's father. "Our daughter is well. She has yet to find someone she loves well enough to share her life with, but she is looking. She is Mistress in her own right, now," Brin spoke softly, tears glistening on her lashes. "And you," the Dark Angel ventured tentatively. "How are you?" "I am... I am well, Stefan... Uriel. I am busy and needed and loved by my family," Brin sounded vaguely like a woman trying to convince herself of something.
"What is it that brings you to make a living lighthouse of yourself at this time, if I may ask?" The Dark Angel was genuinely concerned for his widow. "I," Brin trembled a little. "I am drawing out our enemies."