Esme: ...
She reached out and hesitantly and very gently touches the mark. Her eyes glow purple for the briefest second
Esme: ...Magic...
She smiles a little. A genuine smile out of a feeling of understanding.
Esme looks up at Molten, eyes narrowed
Esme: ...What's a shard keeper?
Esme: ...well that's stupid.
Esme: ...leave it to the mortal realm to fuck up magic...
Esme: Huh...so I guess we're in the same boat-although it'd be more accurate to say I was forced here...my name is Esme.
