❝ healthycarrier » ‘tis some late night visitor !
1795. WALES. The Lady perches herself upon the iron-wrought edge of a street bench, the dim light of one of the public lanterns casting long, flickering shadows at her feet. Viridians are cast downward to lithe appendages, for a matrimonious band passes between them now, heavy & hot against the pads of her thumb & index finger. Bitterness soars within her like an abundance of bile, scorching the back of her throat & nestling uncomfortably at the base of her diaphragm. She should cast it away, let it clinker down the cobblestone street to lose its way into some sewer entranceway – but she doesn’t. She can’t.
The shop is closed now. As the last pink & orange hues of the setting star cast its colours upon the roofs of the stores, she’d simply been too late. Rumours had led her here; talk of a man who could cure her of her ailment, of her hunger. The longer she lingers, the more she thinks herself a fool. A cure! there’s an absurdity to the notion, one that has her suddenly up on her feet & standing upon the platform to the store’s entranceway, her knuckles hovering above the wood paneling. She knocks, but it as though she is watching herself rap against the door back from her seat on the bench, wholly disconnected from herself. There shan’t be anyone home. This man would not exist. He couldn’t possibly.
“ I WOULD SAY THAT WAS a relatively successful day, calcifer. ” they stretch, hands pressing into back that arches until howl hears a crack. finally. only the sound of bubbling carries in the quiet and they sink into their chair, about to set feet up on table when it comes.
A KNOCK SO UNEXPECTED they aren’t sure if they’ve imagined it at first or not. but the warding around the shop buzzes in the back of their mind with the pressure of feet so they sigh. unfold their longs limbs from their chair and make for the door. ( how does michael manage this day in and out? ) a question howl never thought to answer until their younger companion was gone for the day.
“ HELLO. i’m sorry to say that the --- ” the door swings out but when they see the person on the other side, words fail for a moment. green-glass eyes narrow as head cants to the side, mimicry of the colorful bird they emulate. my, she’s tall. “ wizard howl is still in for the day. and curious about the stranger on my door. how do you do? ”