"You speak as though you understand emotions," Roland cut off to Destiny's smile. "I can smell something on you. Is this the power of worshipping a demon?"
The smile that Destiny held so widely on her lips slowly dropped. One who see the moment of her smile falling down also felt their own heart plummet to their stomach. A look of darkness immediately took over Destiny's pretty face and instead was a look of enmity.
"It's been a while since someone had guessed correctly. However seeing your confidence it seems that this isn't merely a guess," remarked Destiny as she crossed her arms. Her white veil was an odd contrast to her malicious expression, a look that would make anyone shiver upon looking at her.
She stepped over the snow, taking her slow time as she squished the lump of white under her feet as if to vent her irk.
"How did you find out?" Her tone was blunt.
