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Tiffany Aching ([personal profile] witchofthechalk) wrote2011-07-24 12:19 am

Post Thirty Three: Sorting Things Out

[Tiffany is tired. No, worse. She's not tired, at least not properly tired. Properly tired was spending two days on your feet without sleep. It was helping a new mother give birth to twins. It was when you spent your time on something that made the sheer exhaustion feel like an accomplishment rather then a weakness. No she wasn't tired. Not really.

But she was worried. And she dreams of eyeless things, angry music and gingerbread houses in the woods. And she decides since she's a witch she's going to have to do something about all this. Or a few things.

A. Housemates: Tiffany is sitting on the living room floor while she goes through the small wooden box of her small things from home.

B. Tiffany is walking down the street with a broomstick floating in the air behind her. She's holding onto it by a string as she walks along.

C. Susan, people at Susan's house. There is a witch knocking on the door.

D. There is a girl and a broom on a hill. While that might be a little odd, the strange thing is that she's flying. Rather low to the ground but still flying. It helps her think.


ooc: Tiffany is now able to hear spill words.]

[identity profile] the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com 2011-08-14 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[She nods.]

It's just a shame that he has such a terrible sense of humour. Though I suppose you don't run across many kidnappers who would get amusement out of being nice to people.

[identity profile] deaths-heritor.livejournal.com 2011-08-15 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think what he does qualifies as 'nice', exactly.

[identity profile] the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com 2011-08-15 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Probably the exact opposite I should think.