The First of Many
Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 2:39 pm
"FIONA!" The name crackled through the ether in the clearing where the red haired woman stood, holding the body of a child clutched in her arms, it's still body cold against her sparkling green gown as she waited, seeing the shift of the veil part, allowing the thin, gaunt woman to appear, her fiddle dangling between her fingers.
"You named me. Does that mean you've done it?" The fiddler asked hopefully, looking at the bundle that Grawnya was carrying.
Grawnya rolled her eyes slightly, offering the cold bundle out to the fiddler. "No you idiot, if I had you'd be there now. I came to tell you that I'm doing it, soon. I'm finished with those people. All of them, but I brought you something to tide yourself over until I can find the right person to tell. The one I had hoped for is no good now." The hurt echoed in her voice
"You're so hopeless. You know better than to get attached to them. They're just food my friend, just food." She accepted the bundle that Grawnya gave her and grimaced. "It's dead. They're hardly edible when they're not moving." Still, the fiddler was peeling back the cloth that had been wrapped across it, drawing a finger over the child's pale, icy flesh.
"Ugh, stop, I hate watching you eat Fiona." Grawnya swallowed hard, turning away, a few steps taken back towards the way that she had come.
"Oh and you're better? You can't even admit what you are. Pretending to be like them, and then having your fill." There was a crunch of bone, and then Fiona's voice again. "How'd you get the child anyhow? Won't they miss it? You don't need to be giving yourself away yet."
Grawnya sighed and continued her walk away from the other woman. "Orphan that died in the Rememdium. They burn their dead, no one will miss the body."
She heard the sound of bones snapping and crunching and she shuddered as she walked away, leaving this place and stepping out once more into the forest, her old woman's form resuming about her once more. For an instant there was a sense of guilt for what would come. But it was her fault, Gloria's fault.
She might have tried to save the girl's friends, for there was no stopping what was to come, but perhaps there could have been less damage. Now she wished for everything that the girl had to be gone. She couldn't stay any longer because of Gloria's accusations. If she couldn't have Myrken Wood, neither could Gloria Wynsee. She would take what joys that stupid girl had, and she'd devour them all.
"You named me. Does that mean you've done it?" The fiddler asked hopefully, looking at the bundle that Grawnya was carrying.
Grawnya rolled her eyes slightly, offering the cold bundle out to the fiddler. "No you idiot, if I had you'd be there now. I came to tell you that I'm doing it, soon. I'm finished with those people. All of them, but I brought you something to tide yourself over until I can find the right person to tell. The one I had hoped for is no good now." The hurt echoed in her voice
"You're so hopeless. You know better than to get attached to them. They're just food my friend, just food." She accepted the bundle that Grawnya gave her and grimaced. "It's dead. They're hardly edible when they're not moving." Still, the fiddler was peeling back the cloth that had been wrapped across it, drawing a finger over the child's pale, icy flesh.
"Ugh, stop, I hate watching you eat Fiona." Grawnya swallowed hard, turning away, a few steps taken back towards the way that she had come.
"Oh and you're better? You can't even admit what you are. Pretending to be like them, and then having your fill." There was a crunch of bone, and then Fiona's voice again. "How'd you get the child anyhow? Won't they miss it? You don't need to be giving yourself away yet."
Grawnya sighed and continued her walk away from the other woman. "Orphan that died in the Rememdium. They burn their dead, no one will miss the body."
She heard the sound of bones snapping and crunching and she shuddered as she walked away, leaving this place and stepping out once more into the forest, her old woman's form resuming about her once more. For an instant there was a sense of guilt for what would come. But it was her fault, Gloria's fault.
She might have tried to save the girl's friends, for there was no stopping what was to come, but perhaps there could have been less damage. Now she wished for everything that the girl had to be gone. She couldn't stay any longer because of Gloria's accusations. If she couldn't have Myrken Wood, neither could Gloria Wynsee. She would take what joys that stupid girl had, and she'd devour them all.