[Open Log with Jeliza~]

[unclouded_rose]

She'd stayed out too late, she realized, as she got off the ride she'd just been on -- Pirates of the Carribean, since she'd just met a pirate -- Only to find that it had gotten dark by the time she got off of it. Even with the lights the came on through the park, Jeliza didn't like being about in the dark by herself. Her overactive imagination

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[ms_weatherwax]

Granny rolled her eyes at the scream.

"No need to act like that, you know."

[unclouded_rose]

She screamed again at the sight of the woman -- Perhaps not a bog woman, but definitely a witch. "Don't eat me! I don't wanna be a part of your house -- I'll, I'll massage your legs!" She cried, it being the first thing she could think of to barter with, knowing that sometimes witches would make children work for them instead of eating them -- She just had to make sure not to eat anything now that she was the old crone's slave, her imagination supplied.

[ms_weatherwax]

A few emotions flashed over Granny's face: Confusion, humor, and finally settled on annoyance. "My legs is just fine, thank you. And my house is made of wood, not girls. Now quit your screamin'."

[unclouded_rose]

She didn't seem to fully believe the old woman right away. "...Is the wood made out of girls?" She asked further, thinking herself rather clever for that one.