[ Beatrice drops into a curtsy that is half genuine and half mocking, face split in an excited grin. What a question! And she has such an answer! She takes a puff from her pipe and exhales a cloud of sweet tobacco smoke. ]
Of course I'm a real Witch. I am Beatrice, the Endless and Golden.
[ The way that Venus can't quite look at her is fascinating. Partially because Beatrice enjoys the power trip that comes with it. The other part is an acute awareness of her own looks. Normally, boys would stare, wouldn't they? Battler always had.
Venus' refusal to look directly at her feels a little different. There's something there and Beato can't lay her finger on it. ]
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Of course I'm a real Witch. I am Beatrice, the Endless and Golden.
[ The way that Venus can't quite look at her is fascinating. Partially because Beatrice enjoys the power trip that comes with it. The other part is an acute awareness of her own looks. Normally, boys would stare, wouldn't they? Battler always had.
Venus' refusal to look directly at her feels a little different. There's something there and Beato can't lay her finger on it. ]
And your name?