The only real response that Medeia gave the girl for her latest cheeky remark was another tug on the tail, resulting in the entire rope structure to rub and tighten. It was not enough to hurt the teenager too much, just a sharp little shock. Lehanna had a way with words and that was something that the witch could not deny. The little sprite had quite the gift and once she had carried the teenager back home, she was actually quite looking forward to interacting with her properly, without a disguise. There would be no more deceptions then and the girl would get the answers she wanted, should the ebony haired girl ask. The Warlord saw no real reason to lie about herself these days, at least when addressing someone as herself. Her title gave her notoriety automatically and the witch did not even have to introduce herself much any longer.
Slightly surprised that Lehanna had nothing else to say, Medeia would simply raise an eyebrow for a moment, before proceeding to wrap the first cloth around the girl’s red orbs, blinding her to the world around her. It was a necessity and Lehanna would be taking the same trip that so many women had taken before. Across the land and over the mountains, to where the Errings Rising prison resided and more importantly, where Medeia ruled the roost. The Queen had her castle and the witch had her prison although if anyone asked the witch if she would ever trade, the angel would always so no. She liked it where she was.
Once she had tied the knot behind the girl’s head, she would proceed with the second cloth, tying it tightly over the girl’s mouth, finally giving herself some peace from the teenager’s forked tongue. She always took some extra satisfaction from gagging a girl and today was no exception, a smile finally breaking across the woman’s face as she tied it off, leaving the girl completely at her mercy. “As much as I enjoy listening to your witticisms, my ears could certainly use a break from them.”
Standing up, she would then proceed to easily lift the girl into her arms, the teenager hardly weighing anything in the grip of the powerful angel. “I suggest you keep still because it can get a little rough and I would hate to drop you during the trip.”
With that, she would grow a pair of purple wings and leap into the air, carrying the girl and her belongings into the sky. They were all paperweights to her and as easy as breathing, the witch would set course for home, her form changing to a far more familiar one as she travelled. When the girl was next able to see, it would be the real her that she set eyes upon.
The trip itself was nothing to write home about in truth and as usual, she eventually used her magic to put the girl into a magically created sleep. It was the safest way for them both to travel and prevented any unfortunate accidents. Lehanna was perfectly safe in Medeia’s arms and soon enough, the outskirts of the guild prison would come into view. The angel would refrain from going in by the main evidence and instead fly around to her own lavish quarters, flying in through the open window and coming to a perfect stop on the carpet. After dropping the girl’s belongings on to the bed, she would then deposit Lehanna herself on to a comfortable chair. It was Medeia’s interrogation chair, as many of her previous guests liked to call it although it would not feel like it, as nice as it was. Funnily enough, the last person to sit in had been Lehanna’s own Guild Master.
Taking the girl’s blindfold off but leaving the gag on for now, Medeia would then leave her be so that she could sleep off the spell, before closing the window and retrieving some of the notes from Lehanna’s bag. Once all that was done, she would sink into her armchair by her fireplace and begin to read.