Post Nine: Dance?

[witchofthechalk]

What is this dance thing everyone's talking about now. I didn't think we had any lords here to throw balls.

[And she's not even going to ask about Morris dances....bad memories.]

Comments

[pencilpremonition]

Yeah...my 'sister' seems to think I'm not good enough to breathe just because I don't know the whole dictionary and then some.

But...it's not a matter of what I -want-. I hate being a prophet.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

That's foolish of her.

A prophet?

[pencilpremonition]

That's what my 'mother' says people like me are called. I...see the future.

Usually nasty things like people getting killed or dying in accidents.

I drown.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Seeing the future. Interesting.

How do you drown, if you don't mind my asking.

[pencilpremonition]

[Not a comfortable topic. Becca whines low in her throat, but only quietly, and tries to press on.]

I...fall.....off of a bridge....

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Then avoid bridges.

[pencilpremonition]

It's not that easy. Trying to change the future just makes it more difficult...and it happens anyway.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Really. You've tried it then? What exactly happend?

[pencilpremonition]

It...happens anyway.