That fire.
That will.
It reminded her so much of Eva. Or what Eva might have been.
Though she herself is still unsure of what pertains to being a good host, Mother Miranda can only assume that personality has to be connected.
As Mother Miranda paces around the table of her hidden underground lab, she trails her fingers along the edge of the table, staring into the pulsing, black mass at its center.
Surely if they are similar, the Megamycete will have no problem giving Eva's consciousness to the girl. She's a prime age as well, but that fighting spirit may pose a problem. Perhaps her consciousness will be too strong, and Eva's will be lost.
When she traversed into Erika's dreams, the young woman posed a strong will, a viscous, fighting spirit.
A wolf, who never really learned how to be a wolf.
She has to break first.
She has to fall of that edge, and have nothing to pull her back up.
Heisenberg was easily too eager irking Dimitrescu, so he followed without question – for once – when Mother Miranda invited him to her castle in good faith.
Questionable devotion maybe, but he never seems to pass up a chance at irking the once-noblewoman.
Erika is beautiful too, though that scar on her face is a bit of an eyesore, but perhaps the Black God can fix that once Eva's consciousness is weaved into her mind.
Although, Miranda would be lying if she said Erika was not the most pleasant thing to look at in this village in her recent years of existence. Perhaps if the experiment fails, Miranda could still use her for other things.
The young woman clearly has some knowledge of weaponry; perhaps she could make her a personal assassin. It would certainly aid in gathering more subjects for her experiments.
Even if she can alter the minds of the villagers – enough so that she can make them forgo their former religion and proclaim her as a priestess – the task is tiring, a nuisance.
Perhaps it would be better to introduce a formidable operative to the village.
If only to strike caution in those who she's seen scouring around the outskirts of her village.
The priestess could enjoy a few nights in bed with the young woman before she subjects her to her experiments. It would be a shame to see that beautiful face be pulled and twisted and hardened into the likeness of those pestilent lycans.
There are many possibilities to be had, but many more priorities.
First and foremost, she must break Erika's spirit.