hismasterpiece | 5. FEAST

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5. FEAST

[Voice]

Hallo, pretty New Feathers! I am hosting a feast. A feast by the lake to the West.

[Not the southern lake -- she needs to keep certain peoples' attention away from the lonely house she inhabits there.]

You are all invited! I have prepared something for you. It tastes of mint and chicory and iron! Yarrow and tansy! It will make you stronger.

Come.

[/Voice]

[Action]

Drusilla will be stalking about the woods as usual, eager to assist anyone who HASN'T heeded her invitation.

There is a cage waiting there, hidden under the trees. It is large enough to house a full-grown adult human.

It tastes of mint and iron.

[/Action]

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[If she can tell when she's being stalked, then she will probably be able to figure it out right about now.

If not, well -- Dru likes to play. She will walk quietly at first, but then let a few sticks crackle -- a branch break -- pebbles tossed easily at her prey to clatter on the path not far ahead or behind. Fun. Playing is fun.]

[Konan has roughly twenty four years of experience being a ninja. She's already aware that someone is stalking her before the pebbles are tossed and the sticks crackle. The only indication that she's even responding to anything is the fluttering paper that begins surrounding her. It's concentrated around her wings, but there are a few stray sheets floating along beside her.

A few other papers fold themselves into butterflies and begin exploring the nearby area to try to find her stalker. They're an extension of her own senses.]

[At the first paper butterfly, Drusilla's eyes go round and wide. This? This she loves. And when enough of them arrive, she begins dancing amongst them, crooning out her appreciation.]

I'm being haunted by paper! Haunted and hunted by fluttering lovely paper!

[Definitely crazy. But at least she's made her presence known, now. Konan lets the papers fly around the other woman and approaches quietly.]

Why were you following me?

[The majority of the papers are still floating harmlessly around Konan.]

You smell delicious! And you are floating with paperflies! [She reaches out to touch one with cold fingers.] And I am starving.

[Wait. What? This woman is a cannibal? She supposes she's heard of worse, but still.]

Trying to eat me would be a mistake.

[Her voice remains calm, as if Drusilla had indicated that she was going to steal a cookie from Konan rather than implied that she'd like to eat her.]

I don't want to eat you. I want to drink you. May I write on your paper?

You may write on the paper. You may not drink me.

[She lets one of the origami butterflies unfold itself and float near the strange woman's hand.]

[Drusilla will let it alight on her hand if it wishes. Mostly she wants to pet it. Maybe rub it against her cheek.]

I want to be paper. I want a paper moon. I want the sky to be ink.

...

[Konan doesn't know what to say to that, but she's willing to give Drusilla a few pieces of paper to keep her entertained.]

Perhaps you should paint something.

Paint? But what shall I use for tint?

[At least she's willing to entertain this thought.]

Flower petals, grass...or you could visit a store selling art supplies. They are free here.

[If she seems at least willing to consider it, Konan will encourage it. It might save someone weaker than herself a lot of trouble later.]

Flower petals! Grass! [She caresses the paper.] Salt. Ink. Eyes. Eggs. Lemons.

[One of those things is not like the others and it's a reminder to Konan that perhaps she should just be on her way.]

There you have it. You can paint all sorts of things with natural materials or by getting some paint from a store.

[She turns to leave.]

You're welcome to keep those pieeces of paper to keep yourself busy with.

I shall. I want them to flutter close to my skin. Licks of paper. What a giftie!

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