-Purses her blue lips into a frowning pout, tugging her witch hat further down while watching
Boatman take his leave with the true Win.-
So much for the distraction tactics..
-Sighs, then applies a new coat of paint to her lips before wanders off to wait and plan.
Knows him not, and though she feels a smidgen bad, it will not stop her. After all, Boatman
would need to go to the loo eventually. And when that time came, she would strike as
swift as an aimed arrow. Waited and waited, then waited some more. Then she swooped in,
using a spell to silence Win just in case, and another to make her obey. With a wink and smile,
a blue rose was presented to Win, the moment Win inhaled the fragrance Win became small.
Scooped up and collected, off Mimé danced, with the Win in her hand.-