Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27950421-20181020012811/@comment-30700719-20181126015858

A Witch 'stands guard' (read: quietly cuddles) with her partner, keeping an eye out for 'intruders' (read: a superior officer) when something catches her eye in the darkness. She shrieks in fright at the sight of the cobra, her quarterstaff glowing with eighteen different spells to 'neutralise an intrusion' (read: leave paralysed or worse).

Her partner smiles and kneels down to the snake's level. Whispering softly, he coaxes it into his arms, murmuring praises. The Witch, still mildly terrified, turns to face her onii-chan. "B-big bro...w-why aren't you scared?" He smiles and motions her closer. "The snake doesn't fear me, so why should I fear it? Come closer; be a big girl. I think it's okay to pet him on his body, but don't go near his head..."

The two stand together, mutually in awe of the creature, then 'release the intruder' (read: let the cobra leave without fuss or bother).