“Put your affairs in order, mortals,” she boomed, as a gust of wind—yes, wind inside my shop—blew their hair back. “I will feast on your hearts tonight for the offense you gave me. So swears the Morrigan.” I thought it was a bit melodramatic, but one does not critique a death goddess on her oratory delivery.” 

Tableau Vivant – Gothica Hair Top Bun – Epiphany

Kunst – Palmistry Hand (White) – Arcade