Anesthesia wanted to glare at the being so badly but she was held back by the fact that she was terrified out of her mind. Imagine meeting a faceless being in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere. She didn't even know what to begin to call it. It was sort of horrifying and beautiful to look at. What she wanted to do was travel all the way back to their city and live with their Aunt again, instead of moving from place to place while her older sister was learning the secrets of witchcraft.
That part antagonized her. At first she thought it was cool, witnessing magic in it's most mystical form but then they started seeing strange things happen and abnormal people, especially when they went to gatherings. Anesthesia usually stayed in the background, doing basically nothing while her sister learned old magic. They'd even had an argument about how it wasn't fair that Lisbeth dragged her around everywhere and she never had the chance to do anything she liked. But then that came to an adrupt close when the younger sister couldn't think of anything she'd like to do on her own, one that'd keep her safe.
"Besides, we're better off sticking together, that way there's a better chance of nothing awful happening." Lisbeth always had a cheerful, happy voice whenever she spoke, even when she was angry. Only Anesthesia had witnessed her sister truly mad, and that was when a clutch of vampires had attacked her, enchanted by her youth and her almost blood red head. Well, her hair was closer to orange than red but to vampires anything close to red was red. And red meant blood.
They didn't manage to bite her, luckily, but they'd scared Anesthesia so bad that she didn't leave their house for two and a half months. She would've stayed longer but her Aunt threatened her with a never-ending amount of chores to do all day and she quickly subjected to being an outsider. She even had a job, but she was too straightforward to customers, not even a silly way.
Lisbeth was seated next to her sister, who was laying down comfortably on the pillows like it was bedtime, which worried her. Lisbeth didn't want this woman, if that's what she was, to be even more displeased by their actions. She ducked in her breath softly and shook her head sorrowfully.
"We did not plan on being late, I can tell you that. Although I was able to light our way through the forest, most of the way, we weren't aware that vampire hunters were having their seasonal hunt, the same day of this ceremony, and we were caught off guard while we watch them flee from probable death." She didn't know if this sounded believable or not but it was more or less the truth. Lisbeth glanced at her sister in conformation.
"Uh, yeah," stuttered Anesthesia, dropping something she'd been fooling with, staring into the blank gaze of the being. Suddenly the calling was too much, her curiosity had to be dealt with. "Okay, I've been wondering for a while now, what are you? I've never seen anyone like you before, are you using an enchantment? That'd make sense, actually, attending a witch cult. Are you a powerful gypsy? What about that...man who kissed you? Is he a powerful wizard? And why are those people still dancing, although it's been almost thirty minutes since we've gotten here?"
She glanced at her sister, who looked like she just bit into a the soured lemon but had to keep a straight face in front of her cruel boss. This would've made Aness laugh if it weren't for the wrong situation. Instead she sunk lower into the cushions, preparing to feel the wrath of the being.
"Well, thanks for granting my death wish," muttered Lisbeth out of the corner of her mouth, all the while keeping a tight smile on her face. Her eye twitched.