hismasterpiece | 5. FEAST

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creepy so creepy

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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[The question takes him aback for a moment but he's had stranger discussions. So he shrugs it off.]

I guess sometimes you can put something fluffy between the bread slices.

I've seen the Fluff. They keep it in jars. I like things that are kept in jars. Like jam. And babies.

Babies?

The most innocent. There are few of them here. But there is one. There is one, and I want her.

[Between wanderings around the Tombs with Jilly and the time he's spent busking on the streets of Newford, he's met some very strange people. He's hear them talk about very strange things, from fairies to spirits and ghosts and everything in between. But those people are generally harmless. This woman is giving off a different vibe all together.]

Um, okay.