|(#TwilightRealm, #Witches, #Dorch #Fae, #Oakenlings, etc. belong to the lovely @LadyLeaf)
The Traitor's robes were filthy and torn, even stained with blood from scrapes she had sustained. A little magic took care of that, however, and the addition of a white wimple she drew from an inner pocket made her appear just like a nun. Or, at least, she resembled a nun nearly enough to pass for one if other passengers on the train didn't look closely, and somehow, they always found that they didn't want to stare at this particular woman.
It was early morning when she arrived at the castle on the Mediterranean coast of Spain that the Yelaadim had chosen as their home base in this region of the world. She came unannounced, but there was no doubt in her mind that she would be welcomed. After all, ten years ago, the Witch had been lenient, and dismissed them without even any punishment for their failure to capture the Alu Sage. You never knew when you might need a convenient lackey.