The Shipping Witches
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They passed by few but felt dozens of eyes watching them from drawn windows as they walked down the cobblestone road. They continued on though, gulping and falling silent, stopping only when they reached the willow tree where they would set up business for the day. | They passed by few but felt dozens of eyes watching them from drawn windows as they walked down the cobblestone road. They continued on though, gulping and falling silent, stopping only when they reached the willow tree where they would set up business for the day. | ||
| - | The shorter girl, Maple, put down her wicker basket in the long soft grass surrounding the base of the tree. She set up the box they kept there and laid out her journal, in it she had recorded every plant she knew, | + | The shorter girl, Maple, put down her wicker basket in the long soft grass surrounding the base of the tree. She set up the box they kept there and laid out her journal, in it she had tediously recorded every plant she knew, but there were still pages left blank, some without drawings. In the world of fauna there was always something to learn. As Erybelle, her partner, rummaged for her things, Maple sat down and leaned against the tree trunk. Business was about to start and despite the uneasy feeling in the air the two of them felt confident that today was going to be a good day. |
Revision as of 20:43, 24 January 2013
The ancient door of Lady Lavendale's Home for Girls creaked open slowly, the same door that two girls had entered nearly 10 years ago as babes. It let out a familiar shrill cry that was easily ignored as two hooded figures darted out into the cold frigid air. One clutched a basket in her hand and the other supporting a messenger bag hung around her slender shoulder. They whispered something under their breath to each other and burst out into hushed laughter as they walked down the frosted steps and toward the Town Square. They had followed the same dirt pathway everyday since they could first remember, wearing it thin with their moccasins. The air was sombre, damp with fallen rain and ridden with a compelling tension that neither of the young girls couldn't interpret or explain. Something strange was happening, of that neither of them could deny.
They passed by few but felt dozens of eyes watching them from drawn windows as they walked down the cobblestone road. They continued on though, gulping and falling silent, stopping only when they reached the willow tree where they would set up business for the day.
The shorter girl, Maple, put down her wicker basket in the long soft grass surrounding the base of the tree. She set up the box they kept there and laid out her journal, in it she had tediously recorded every plant she knew, but there were still pages left blank, some without drawings. In the world of fauna there was always something to learn. As Erybelle, her partner, rummaged for her things, Maple sat down and leaned against the tree trunk. Business was about to start and despite the uneasy feeling in the air the two of them felt confident that today was going to be a good day.
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