Eternity RPC Board
02-12-2019, 07:18 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-12-2019, 07:18 PM by Seperallis.)
"There, she spoke," Nevina added into Elke's pause.
"Yes," replied the witch, chewing upon the word and rolling it over her tongue to extract its flavor while returning a ladle to its place on the busy wall. From above she retrieved an old clay kettle and, using a long handle fixed upright, carefully rotated the cauldron upon its cradle to pour into the new vessel.
"Yes," said Millie, "and she spoke nice and proper. Polite, too. You can't trust that."
"What a worthless judgement, you trust no one."
"Heehee...not true, not true! I trust you, Nevvy!"
Nevina, arms now crossed, sidled beside the wool-wearing lump of a woman. "That's hardly wise. I despise you."
The witch gave a deep inhale of the cauldron while letting it tip back upright, and released a satisfied sigh that faded into a chortle, "Yeh heh, yes, and that honesty is the mark of a trustworthy nature! Rather than the insincerity of pleasant smiles and kind words-"
"Stop."
"-while eyes search frantically for escape. Isnt that so?" Millie, having turned and faced Elke, seemed to regard her other visitor for the first time, though giving in kind the first detailed look at the crone: She stood a great deal shorter than even Nevina, likely due to the deep hunch that put her head squarely between her sloping shoulders. Fingers maybe two, three times longer than any human finger had any right coiled around the clay vessel now clutched close to her chest, their dark taloned tips clinking against it. She seemed to lack any substance to her, withdrawn skin accentuating every sunken hollow and joint of her visible face and hands. Wide-pupiled eyes scanned the novice independently of each other, pronounced within their caverns.
Shriveled lips parted to reveal pointed teeth and a black tongue as she spoke. "Tea, dears? I made some extra while you were-"
"Absolutely not," Nevina cooly interjected.
One of the witch's eyes rolled around to face Nevina behind her, though the other stayed facing Elke. She bristled slightly, tips of irridescent black feathers peeking from her hood and sleeves while she shuffled back to the hearth and placed the kettle upon a hook therein. "So very honest."
"That is not at issue," Nevina responded as the crone moved past toward one of the few cupboards clinging desperately to its hinges," we have business to attend."
"Business can wait for tea, it's well past sundown."
"Then the stars will guide us home after we have concluded."
"Tea and business can be taken together, these are not exclusive."
"Then I shall take my business while you take your tea."
"Oh Nevvy," sighed the witch, who returned from her cupboard rummaging with three soapstone cups only to find, somehow to her mild surprise, that the table was occupied already with far too many tools of her trade to be of any use. With a slow shake of her head she blew upon it, releasing a faint cloud of dust before, one by one, the various books and baubles rose to float amongst the rafters, leaving only the candles and much more room upon the table, where she began to set places; with a wave of one hand the kettle began to pour out three cups of tea, and with a roll of the other the stacked chairs tumbled and grumbled upright into their proper places "At least make yourself comfortable. It's been so long, you were still a child when I last saw you."
"Not long enough," retorted the elf, taking the seat facing the door and swapping the cup left for her with the witch's own before sliding it far aside. "I forgot you were in these woods, and thought time would have claimed you."
"Yes," replied the witch, chewing upon the word and rolling it over her tongue to extract its flavor while returning a ladle to its place on the busy wall. From above she retrieved an old clay kettle and, using a long handle fixed upright, carefully rotated the cauldron upon its cradle to pour into the new vessel.
"Yes," said Millie, "and she spoke nice and proper. Polite, too. You can't trust that."
"What a worthless judgement, you trust no one."
"Heehee...not true, not true! I trust you, Nevvy!"
Nevina, arms now crossed, sidled beside the wool-wearing lump of a woman. "That's hardly wise. I despise you."
The witch gave a deep inhale of the cauldron while letting it tip back upright, and released a satisfied sigh that faded into a chortle, "Yeh heh, yes, and that honesty is the mark of a trustworthy nature! Rather than the insincerity of pleasant smiles and kind words-"
"Stop."
"-while eyes search frantically for escape. Isnt that so?" Millie, having turned and faced Elke, seemed to regard her other visitor for the first time, though giving in kind the first detailed look at the crone: She stood a great deal shorter than even Nevina, likely due to the deep hunch that put her head squarely between her sloping shoulders. Fingers maybe two, three times longer than any human finger had any right coiled around the clay vessel now clutched close to her chest, their dark taloned tips clinking against it. She seemed to lack any substance to her, withdrawn skin accentuating every sunken hollow and joint of her visible face and hands. Wide-pupiled eyes scanned the novice independently of each other, pronounced within their caverns.
Shriveled lips parted to reveal pointed teeth and a black tongue as she spoke. "Tea, dears? I made some extra while you were-"
"Absolutely not," Nevina cooly interjected.
One of the witch's eyes rolled around to face Nevina behind her, though the other stayed facing Elke. She bristled slightly, tips of irridescent black feathers peeking from her hood and sleeves while she shuffled back to the hearth and placed the kettle upon a hook therein. "So very honest."
"That is not at issue," Nevina responded as the crone moved past toward one of the few cupboards clinging desperately to its hinges," we have business to attend."
"Business can wait for tea, it's well past sundown."
"Then the stars will guide us home after we have concluded."
"Tea and business can be taken together, these are not exclusive."
"Then I shall take my business while you take your tea."
"Oh Nevvy," sighed the witch, who returned from her cupboard rummaging with three soapstone cups only to find, somehow to her mild surprise, that the table was occupied already with far too many tools of her trade to be of any use. With a slow shake of her head she blew upon it, releasing a faint cloud of dust before, one by one, the various books and baubles rose to float amongst the rafters, leaving only the candles and much more room upon the table, where she began to set places; with a wave of one hand the kettle began to pour out three cups of tea, and with a roll of the other the stacked chairs tumbled and grumbled upright into their proper places "At least make yourself comfortable. It's been so long, you were still a child when I last saw you."
"Not long enough," retorted the elf, taking the seat facing the door and swapping the cup left for her with the witch's own before sliding it far aside. "I forgot you were in these woods, and thought time would have claimed you."