[ he is silent for a moment, and in that time, mona takes a few long sips of her tea before placing it to the side and reaching for a plump biscuit. steam unfurls upon tearing it open, and she smiles to herself in her satisfaction. it's as mona is carefully smearing cinnamon-flavored butter into its warm crevice that sunday speaks again.

she pauses, and then lifts out her left arm for him to get a proper look at the symbol imbued into her wrist. the knife is held delicately between her fingers. ]

I was assigned a Diamond. [ sure enough, its shape has been inked into her fair skin, visibly elegant in design and curvaceous. little stars are mottled around it. mona supposes they are meant to represent her passion as an astrologist. ] I believe I received this suit because of my lack of initiative.

[ she snorts softly before resuming spreading the butter. ]

And my first question is a simple one. Will you become my disciple?

[ that is not very simple, miss megistus... ]