Post Sixteen: I hate this place

[witchofthechalk]

[Tiifany Aching is a witch. She knows she shouldn't let her emotions control her. But it's hard not to as she sits in the park looking down at the Feegle who seems to think he's a dog now. She's already tried yelling at him and now is just sitting there quietly.

She's in a bit of a shock and will sit like this for a long time. A very long time. Family you may have to come looking for her.]

Comments

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

....I'd like to.

Besides if we wait too long Sealand will think we're letting England cook.

[eldest-hatter.livejournal.com]

[She laughs a bit at that.]

We certainly wouldn't want that, now would we?

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

[And Tiffany smiles as well.]

No. We wouldn't.

[eldest-hatter.livejournal.com]

Do you have any ideas on what we should make?

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

....not really. Anything's good I guess.

[eldest-hatter.livejournal.com]

Perhaps a nice warm stew. I think it would do everyone some good.

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

....

That might be nice.

[eldest-hatter.livejournal.com]

That's settled then. Anything else you have in mind?

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

....maybe some cheese?

[eldest-hatter.livejournal.com]

That sounds perfect.

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

[She smiles a bit more and gets up]

Alright.

....and thank you.