Wicked witches of the west, oh my...

Stelon snickered softly at Matthias reaction to being called Matty. It was funny. No harm ever came from a nickname, but she stifled her giggles from then on after he tossed her a rather evil look. Better to be on one's good side than bad. Stelon never was fond of having anybody angry with her, and Matthias would be no exception.

As they continued to walk, she sighed wearily. She was beginning to doubt any chance of finding Farrago a dress when Miraye motioned for them to stop. Stelon obediently halted along with the rest of their little group, eyeing the camps Miraye was obviously looking at.

"I think this is where we get Farrago's dress. Matty--"

"--ISS."

"Are you ready to knock some shit out of these people?"

Stelon looked at Miraye questioningly.

"What makes you so sure they'll have a dress for her?" she pointed at Farrago.

Miraye rolled her eyes slightly and rather bluntly told her.

"They're witches. They're sure to have something dark and appropriate for Farrago and her wings."

Stel gasped slightly and her eyes widened.

"We're going to steal...from witches? Am I the only one who sees something wrong with this? Miraye, I'm not sure this is a good idea..."

She glanced at the others to find she seemed to be alone in her opinion. She sighed and waited for someone to step forward and agree with her. None did. Stelon shutup about abandoning the idea.

"Alright then...what do we have to do?"