[Randomness is worse, in a way. To a witch, that suggests something is grabbing just anyone it can get, collecting energy or souls for some massive undertaking. Ominous.
Also, she can't help but notice a lone ghost boy is kind of sticking his neck out, here. That seems risky. Risky enough that she decides to just...stick around for a little while, as he haggles for his pumpkin.]
Caitlin Crumb. [She answers archly, taking his hand carefully. Her concerns about real names are the same as his, but also her uncle was a rather infamous hunter of wicked sorcerers and powerful vampires, and advertising her connection to him in places like this is like painting a target on her forehead.] Cait for short.
Dead Boy Detectives, huh? How many of you are there?
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Also, she can't help but notice a lone ghost boy is kind of sticking his neck out, here. That seems risky. Risky enough that she decides to just...stick around for a little while, as he haggles for his pumpkin.]
Caitlin Crumb. [She answers archly, taking his hand carefully. Her concerns about real names are the same as his, but also her uncle was a rather infamous hunter of wicked sorcerers and powerful vampires, and advertising her connection to him in places like this is like painting a target on her forehead.] Cait for short.
Dead Boy Detectives, huh? How many of you are there?