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Odetta is in the back fields, watching the horses with something approaching wonder. She's still five, still in the same blue and white gown; perched on a fence rail, she kicks her ruby slippers back and forth in the breeze.
Detta (a little girl just her twin, with wild hair and ragged black dress) is... in and out. Specifically, she's coming outside to pick up and break off sticks and twigs and carry them back inside.
She's making a pile of them on the bar, in accordance with someone's advice.
This will does not end well.
***
It's a little while later that Detta has dragged herself behind a couch. She huddles there, bright eyes gleaming in the dark and curls up around herself; the stink coming off of her is like death. Her stomach is a knotted pit, and she hurts. She hurts all over. Her face, always thin, is wasted and sallow; there is blood in her hair.
It's not that it doesn't occur to her to ask for help; it's only that she has an ironhard certainty that no one will help her. Maybe if she lies here for a little while she'll feel better.
Maybe not.
[OOC: Both girls are open for tags until it scrolls! But yes, it might be good to stop Detta before she sets the bar on fire. Detta in particular could use some help. Preferably from someone who knows about the magic apples, but that can probably be delayed. For a little while, anyway.
However: fair warning, she bites will probably still try to bite you, unfortunately.]
Detta (a little girl just her twin, with wild hair and ragged black dress) is... in and out. Specifically, she's coming outside to pick up and break off sticks and twigs and carry them back inside.
She's making a pile of them on the bar, in accordance with someone's advice.
This will does not end well.
***
It's a little while later that Detta has dragged herself behind a couch. She huddles there, bright eyes gleaming in the dark and curls up around herself; the stink coming off of her is like death. Her stomach is a knotted pit, and she hurts. She hurts all over. Her face, always thin, is wasted and sallow; there is blood in her hair.
It's not that it doesn't occur to her to ask for help; it's only that she has an ironhard certainty that no one will help her. Maybe if she lies here for a little while she'll feel better.
Maybe not.
[OOC: Both girls are open for tags until it scrolls! But yes, it might be good to stop Detta before she sets the bar on fire. Detta in particular could use some help. Preferably from someone who knows about the magic apples, but that can probably be delayed. For a little while, anyway.
However: fair warning, she bites will probably still try to bite you, unfortunately.]