<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ZslMtVb.png)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Janise Hutchins</strong></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>S T O R Y T E L L E R</strong></span></span><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Next Post: 5.25.22 | June 4th, 7:00pm | Clearing | <strong>CJ</strong>, <strong>Danica</strong>, <strong>Faith</strong>, <strong>Felix</strong>, <strong>Layne</strong>, <strong>Liam</strong>, <strong>Lorelei</strong></span><hr/><br/>The naga seems unresponsive, at first, though as her wounds are touched she shifts and lets out a pained moan. It's surprisingly human-like in sound, less the rumbling echo of before. Despite being nudged, slapped, or even doused in water however, the woman doesn't wake. With application of bandages and pressure the bleeding does seem to slow, however, and while she might have a concussion--can snakes even get concussions?--it's at least likely she will live.<br/><br/>Or at least, she's not in danger of immediately bleeding out. She'd likely be in better straits with proper medical care, but her breathing seems to grow more even. For now, however, she's blissfully unconscious. It's a fact that Janise still cackles over, amused, turning an almost kindly, motherly gaze to those attempting to help the naga.<strong>"Why undo your hard work?"</strong>she croons, even as the mortar under her begins to float her slightly closer. The anger of Faith seems to positively tickle her, though for all her words she keeps everyone in sight.<br/><br/><strong>"You have me at a disadvantage, though. I hadn't heard tale of a Coven in the area, let alone one with such <em>young</em> members."</strong>It's clear that if nothing else, her curiosity is keeping her from simply leaving. She pats the egg almost absently, gaze going to each member of the little group.<strong>"And why are you <em>here</em> of all places? Surely not looking for little ol me?"</strong>Janise inquires. There's a danger in that question, her tone going slightly<em>flat</em>for a moment before the smile returns.<br/><br/>The naga she seems to observe with some polite interest, perhaps as much as one might pay a pinned frog to a dissection table in a science classroom.<strong>"My, you all did rather a thorough job of it, didn't you?"</strong>