#martha:threads

where: martha mae’s bed & breakfast who: malcolm reese ( @ghostsbrokenbyfairytales )

“You know I have some space here,” Martha told her brother, pouring him a cup of tea. “Easton’s room has an empty bed, and I would trust you not to try and steal him from me.” She grinned teasingly, pushing the tray of scones, milk, and sugar in front of him.

where: martha mae's pottery booth who: malcolm reese (@ghostsbrokenbyfairytales)

"Malcolm!" Martha called out, waving her brother over to her table. When he approached, she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. "Are you okay?" she asked worriedly. "I read about Kane in the paper. I know he was your rival but . . . if you're feeling some type of way about it, you can talk to me."

where: martha mae's bed & breakfast who: marisol de la luna (@callofthxvoid)

"Oh Marisol, you look absolutely beautiful. You're going to be the belle of the ball," Martha gushed over her friend? Little sister figure? She wasn't entirely sure what the de la Lunas were except that they were family. And as family, Martha decided to help Marisol with her hair for the ball that afternoon. She was already dressed for the occasion, as hair was the of the last steps. Martha knew someone had helped Marisol with the dress, and she had to admire the craftsmanship. Marisol looked like a princess.

“Good morning!” Martha chirped happily as she met Easton at his door. She’d decided not to go with him on his run today, too sore from the other day still, but she’d waited until he was home and showered before knocking on his door with a breakfast tray. She’d already served the rest of her tenants, saving him for last so she could hopefully catch a few minutes with him. “Are you hungry? I made your favorite.” She held up the tray. She tried to customize the breakfasts to meet her tenants’ tastes.

where: daily grind who: open

Martha wrapped her hands around her warm mug full of cocoa. It was the perfect drink for the cool weather outside, and she loved sitting by the window of the café and watch the people walking back and forth on their various errands. She was wearing one of her bigger pink cable-knit sweaters which sleeves fell over her knuckles, with a pair of thick black leggings with calf-high boots. On her ears were dangling pink puff-balls and she had a large pink bow in her hair.

She sensed someone approaching, and whether they were approaching her or just walking by it didn’t matter. She gave them a big, friendly grin. “Don’t you just love warm drinks on a cold day?”

“That’s amazing!” Martha said with excitement, as Porter admitted he wrote his own music. “I can play the piano a little, but only music that other people have written. You must have such a creative mind to write your own music! Have you ever done any actual shows? I’d love to have you play inside the library for an event or something. I don’t know what event we’re having any time soon, but still. Your music deserves to be heard by more people!”

“Oh! You’re a bridge troll,” Martha said delightedly, convinced he was doing some kind of LARP. She loved LARPing! “Well, hmm, how will I get myself out of this predicament? The risks are pretty high.” She tapped her chin in thought. “If I get the riddle wrong, you’ll snap my neck, and I don’t know what the riddle is, so it’s difficult to make a pros and cons list, and I don’t have any gems on me to bribe you with. What about you let me by, and I’ll buy you something from inside? It’ll be a trade.” She smiled up at him.