[Regardless of Mae's polite regard, Prudence would have been taking her time anyway. Some things do not change, no matter what circumstances have since reshaped her. A Weird Sister bends to no one, etc etc. Of course, more than that, she finds the dust frustrating. After a moment she steps down from the chair and turns, dusting herself off with her vague smile and eyes narrow.
She takes the size of Mae in; the pink hair, the clothes, the manner in which she holds herself. She does not think witch, but there is a smell to her that says magic. A friend of someone magical, like Sabrina's little group of misguided idiots. ] Thank you. What can I help you with?
[She likes to make assumptions, therefore she does make a few. Fortunes; charms; something wicked this way comes. ]
okay granny mae
She takes the size of Mae in; the pink hair, the clothes, the manner in which she holds herself. She does not think witch, but there is a smell to her that says magic. A friend of someone magical, like Sabrina's little group of misguided idiots. ] Thank you. What can I help you with?
[She likes to make assumptions, therefore she does make a few. Fortunes; charms; something wicked this way comes. ]