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hismasterpiece) wrote2012-09-14 11:14 am
hismasterpiece) wrote2012-09-14 11:14 am
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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]
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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And Drusilla closed her journal, trusting that he would find her. The willow was a remarkable one, a landmark in and of itself -- enormous and hoary and lurking and sprawling. Waving. Weaving. Stretching beneath and across the river. It would be difficult to mistake where she meant to meet him.