âeyes killer cold and black and bare.â // @rcsetornâ
It sounded like something out of a story book. One that she would read to Seymour when he was younger. Anna never had the constitution for such horrifying things a child and veered away from such things. Seymour seemed to have a little more backbone for such a thing, but only when he was curled up at his motherâs side and tucked up into bed.
âYou make them sound as if they were real.â
Yevon help her, she hoped what Beatrix was telling her about wasnât true. It sounded terrifying. One would have thought, that after how her Aeon had turned out and the troublesome circumstances she had found herself in previous, sheâd be able to withstand such a tale. But the thought of it was sending shivers up her spine. If it wasnât true, Beatrix had quite the imagination for such stories.
But wasnât there always a grain of truth in such stories?
Anna felt a shiver in her upper back, though nothing came of it. It hung there, like a permanent chill that she couldnât get rid of. Anna thanked herself lucky it was still day time, otherwise she couldâve sworn the air would turn cold and the beast wouldâve turned up at any second. She wondered where Beatrix had conjured up such an image.Â
âSurely you havenât faced such a thing, Beatrix.â












