(no subject)
As soon as Neil disappeared down the path toward the World Tree with his girl legs and his Wednesday hips, Peter was tearing through the jungle out toward the real Wednesday's hut. He did not take the main winding path that led up to the Compound, but instead took a his own way through the underbrush that took him straight to her. It was so well-traveled a trip that there was a path starting to form, patted down dirt from bare feet.
He slipped over the fence easily and then crept carefully until he could open the front door. Peter knew all her traps.
He whispered to her when she got inside, still almost too early to be awake.
"Wednesday. Wednesday, it's Peter."
He slipped over the fence easily and then crept carefully until he could open the front door. Peter knew all her traps.
He whispered to her when she got inside, still almost too early to be awake.
"Wednesday. Wednesday, it's Peter."