A new face
A new day, Agatha thought as she moved from her bed, her room was enchanted to keep her in. She didn’t know better than to stay in this room till her mother came to give her her breakfast. That is if she remembers what she has eaten. With aging she remembers days now but no less than a week.
She liked her room, the little plants at her window. The books on the shelves who have been read countless of time. Yet, she couldn’t remember reading them so she had the joy of experiencing it like it was the first time every time.
“Good morning mother.” Agatha greeted as her mother walked into her room. “Eggs and bacon how delightful.” she thought. As she waited for her mother to put it on her bed. The reason she knew that woman was her mother? Well before she wakes up she’d get a floating image of her mother and father in front of her. She wouldn’t know why anyone would lie about such things so she believed them wholeheartedly. Agatha could be a little Naive like that.
Today however things weren’t like they always were. Her mother seemed more - absentminded than usual and in her state she forgot to lock the door. The moment Agatha realized she found herself intrigued to explore the world. She’d come back before her magic kicks in. So without second thought she found herself running about.
“Who are you?” She said with a grin, to the first stranger that crossed her path. It wasn’t like she’d remember them the next morning, or if she was lucky (which she rarily is) she could remember them for a day or three.
@havensdalestarters
Chris was just minding his own business- Okay, no, that was a lie. He was never minding his own business but he was being a little less devious than normal. That could change on a dime though. When she crossed his path, he couldn’t help but grin. These days, he was more than happy to talk about himself. And, well, these days he was more than happy to try and rip out the throat of anyone who passed by. He’d see how it went.
“Chris Andrews,” he grinned. “Unless you meant in a more philosophical way in which case, who are any of us, really? We could chat about it all day and still never come up with an answer. You’d be better off asking if I liked pineapple on pizza. That reveals more about a person than they’d like. Who-,” he pointed a delighted finger in her direction, “Are you?”
