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]

[bloodybishie]

Feel free. He and I are the only ones who really know what happened, and who was involved. I'm not going to sic you on him. [It's a good thing mental powers don't extend through the journals...]

[voice]

[hismasterpiece]

[A very good thing!]

I shall sic myself, then. It is the very least I can do.

[voice]

[bloodybishie]

[He takes a deep breath. Much as he'd like to stop her, it might be better to just not get involved. After all, if he ends up at her mercy again... Well, there won't be any mercy involved.]

Trust me, the least you could do is nothing. And the most you could do is get yourself killed. Don't try anything.