Paige
Now that the weather had grown cooler, there were more people out and about in the streets, milling around almost lazily as they seem pushed by the sea breeze. Even with all the vampire gourds that continued to flock about. No one seemed deterred by them anymore. Intent to mostly ignore them. Paige was intent to ignore them too. Especially not that she had a new trick up her sleeve.
The little Accepted wasn't typically a trickster. No, she normally stuck to nicking shiny things and getting into general mischief, but tricks were fun too. It was the season for them. She sits crouched behind a stack of crates, two buckets in hand, ready to implement her devious plan. The girl only hopes it pays off given that she took the feathers from her mama's good throw pillows. All she needs now is a victim.
The little Accepted wasn't typically a trickster. No, she normally stuck to nicking shiny things and getting into general mischief, but tricks were fun too. It was the season for them. She sits crouched behind a stack of crates, two buckets in hand, ready to implement her devious plan. The girl only hopes it pays off given that she took the feathers from her mama's good throw pillows. All she needs now is a victim.
Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind
They count me out time and time again
They count me out time and time again
