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Post Thirty Four: ...Goodbye

Sep 09, 2011 19:03

[She found Sophie smile a little too fixed on then normal. Which while odd, wasn't utterly disturbing. After all droning's happened. Still she looked for her things just to make sure.

.....they were gone.

Oh. ....she knew it was always a possibility. But Sophie had always been here. She'd been here before Tiffany arrived and she'd never left. Knowing ( Read more... )

can't take away sadness, missing family, not sophie, i am a witch, sadness, horace the cheese

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B destinyrests September 10 2011, 03:53:39 UTC

[watches the cheese roll around with an amused look on his face]

I've seen a lot of different uses of magic, but that's got to be one of the weirder ones. Unless all the cheese in the future is sentient? [beat] Please say no, I've eaten quite a bit of it by now.

the_wee_big_hag September 10 2011, 03:55:19 UTC

[Looks over and has to smile at that.]

No, it's not. This is Horace. I made him accidently when I was younger.

destinyrests September 10 2011, 04:02:27 UTC

[winces a little] I've been there before. Can't say any of my accidents turned out to be as cool as a pet cheese, though.

[waves at Horace] Hullo, Horace. How are you doing? Enjoying the weather?

the_wee_big_hag September 10 2011, 04:06:15 UTC

[The cheese makes a grunting noises, which is only disturbing when you realize there's no mouth.]

Well he was actually more or less adopted by the clan of Feegle that live near me. But he arrived here, so I'm back to looking after him again.

[Horace however is displeased as he is clearly the one looking after her.]

destinyrests September 10 2011, 04:10:18 UTC

[He doesn't look that surprised by the grunting, just interested.] Can he actually talk?

Feegles? I don't think I've ever heard of those before.

the_wee_big_hag September 10 2011, 04:18:13 UTC

Not really. He can kill mice and steal silverware though.

They're a type of pictsies. The Nac Mac Feegle. A tribe of them live on the Chalk and since I'm the witch of the Chalk and for a short while I was their leader, they've taken to trying to look out for me.

At the moment Horace is apparently taking that task up.

[Indicates the roll of cheese that is now attempting to grab a butterfly with no hands.]

They're small blue men with red hair and go around yelling 'crivens' all the time. As well as stealing, drinking and fighting. They can be ...utterly chaotic at times but they're generally good. I've known them since I was nine.

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