Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131124143109/@comment-11457306-20131125044945

"Torene!" The Matriarch of the Coven screamed for her daughter. Torene came running. Not as fast as she would have a few weeks before, though. She was starting to feel the pressure of taking care of another life inside her. She took more care with herself now.

She arrived in time to see the last of the images in her mother's ceremonial bowl. "What...?"

"You see him now, for what he truly is," her mother said sadly.

"I'm going to be sick, Mother."

"Of that I have no doubt.  Use the bucket."