girls can be dangerous and still win
Content that Iskra seemed to be engrossed in her story, she smirked at his notion of residences eating them. “Now there’s an idea. Why don’t we have homes like that here?” she pondered, tapping on her chin, wondering if that would be up Ludo’s alley simply for amusement’s sake. While he meandered through and offered his opinions, she’d either arch her brow or shrug her shoulders, not telling until they got to those significant points, even if his guesses were haphazard or entirely on the nose.
We would never got a rise out of her though, giggling around another loaded nacho. “I think we would’ve been much sneakier about it too.” But that was for other times and places, and as his hunch about Calla came into play, she granted a wicked grin and persisted. “Violet didn’t leave on the initial warning. Instead, she grew wary of her new stepmother. But by the time spring came, things around the town had gone quiet. No more disappearances. Everyone in their rightful places. But Calla still gave Violet looks when her father wasn’t watching; glances either meant as warnings or something much more dire.” Could it have been something corrupt within? Jealousy? Envy? The overarching need to be the most prolific and favored in the small family? Difficult to discern when one was so young and the other not forthcoming and guarded. “Eventually though, a young villager stumbled upon a ghastly sight – another girl, Raven, taken in the night, and the only thing left behind was a familiar, pink ribbon caught in a tree branch.”
Pausing momentarily to sample one more taco, she chewed and munched, leaning forward again to quiet her tones, get him really going. “Violet had known Raven well. She’d considered her one of her closest friends. She went to join the group looking for her, hoping to grant some aid. Instead, Calla got ahold of her first, forcing a bag into her hands. “You must go,” she said over and over again, pointing towards the road where it all converged into thicket and forest, on towards the next village miles and miles away. “You can’t stay here. It’s not safe.” And then she pushed her onwards, away from the crowd. Violet had no idea what to do.”
Her grin grew uncanny in the firelight, humming a little under her breath. “She only had a few options – but you can probably guess which way she headed – running towards the haunted house.”
We would never got a rise out of her though, giggling around another loaded nacho. “I think we would’ve been much sneakier about it too.” But that was for other times and places, and as his hunch about Calla came into play, she granted a wicked grin and persisted. “Violet didn’t leave on the initial warning. Instead, she grew wary of her new stepmother. But by the time spring came, things around the town had gone quiet. No more disappearances. Everyone in their rightful places. But Calla still gave Violet looks when her father wasn’t watching; glances either meant as warnings or something much more dire.” Could it have been something corrupt within? Jealousy? Envy? The overarching need to be the most prolific and favored in the small family? Difficult to discern when one was so young and the other not forthcoming and guarded. “Eventually though, a young villager stumbled upon a ghastly sight – another girl, Raven, taken in the night, and the only thing left behind was a familiar, pink ribbon caught in a tree branch.”
Pausing momentarily to sample one more taco, she chewed and munched, leaning forward again to quiet her tones, get him really going. “Violet had known Raven well. She’d considered her one of her closest friends. She went to join the group looking for her, hoping to grant some aid. Instead, Calla got ahold of her first, forcing a bag into her hands. “You must go,” she said over and over again, pointing towards the road where it all converged into thicket and forest, on towards the next village miles and miles away. “You can’t stay here. It’s not safe.” And then she pushed her onwards, away from the crowd. Violet had no idea what to do.”
Her grin grew uncanny in the firelight, humming a little under her breath. “She only had a few options – but you can probably guess which way she headed – running towards the haunted house.”
Melita
she knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in
