5. FEAST

[hismasterpiece]

[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]

Comments

[voice]

[folklorist]

[ There's a shiver that runs through his spine. Wing removal has never been a good subject to talk about with him. Gods it's the basis for some very blatant and terrible night terrors. So his voice when he replies is shaky. ] N-No. You...you can't do that. People need to have their w-wings.

[ Otherwise they'll die and rather painfully too. ]

[voice]

[hismasterpiece]

But I want them to die painfully! And I want them to taste the dust. To taste the dust I'VE had to taste!

[voice]

[folklorist]

But wh-why? They've...never d-done anything to you. A-And it's, it's not right to r-really wish that on someone. I-I'm sorry if, if they hurt you. [ He can almost certainly pick out who it is she's talking about. ]

[voice]

[bloodwaif]

No, it is not right. It is left. Left and to the west, where everything sets. All things must die. I usher them in.

[voice]

[folklorist]

B-But hurting people here isn't, isn't going to make anything b-better. It's just. We're all s-stuck here together and, and we should be helping one another instead of-of fighting each other.

[ There's already enough violence and death going around as it were. Helios has died twice here already. He knows the pain of it when it happens and he would never want it to happen even the people he considers his enemies. Only to have them brought back again. ]

[voice]

[hismasterpiece]

Come help me, then.


[No. Don't. You REALLY don't want to.]

[voice]

[folklorist]

[ No. Helios really doesn't want to. He doesn't want to because of the last time they met. That was hardly a pleasant experience in the slightest. ] W-Will you...not hurt anyone if-if I do?

[ Because he honestly doesn't want any of the new feathers to get hurt either. ]

[voice]

[hismasterpiece]

I hurt EVERYONE! [She laughs in that silvery way of hers.] What sort of promise would that be?