Oma Natalia scrunched her nose and shook her head. "Dear girl, I don't know where they ended up, but it most certainly was not here." She thought a moment as she bent to pick up a napkin Bianca had dropped, and said more to herself, "Though I can hardly suggest that they went to the other place either, so who knows what sort of..." she trailed off, completing that thought in her head.
she/her/they acethetic and paronoid *waves leafy fronds*
"I wonder what they're all doing now," Sarah said thoughtfully from an arm chair near the picture window as she gazed out. Bianca looked over and stared at her a moment, then silently put down the last few napkins.
she/her/they acethetic and paronoid *waves leafy fronds*
"Well, I mean... we're not too far behind. About thirty minutes or so..." He started messing with the buttons, until finally bring them up to just after he had died. "Hmm. Everyone's crying and walking away..."
The politics of the world may be corrupt, but that does not mean that we must be corrupted ourselves.
"It got you in the ground," Natalia said quietly, entirely serious. "In circumstances like that, that's a blessing." Sarah nodded and even old Bianca's sour look melted a few moments, though she pretended to be occupied with something else across the room.
she/her/they acethetic and paronoid *waves leafy fronds*
"He never could cook a pot pie," Wilhelm answered. "Wait. No. That was Avalin. Nevermind."
"They're here!" a female voice called from upstairs. "To the door, Frederic! Snap to it!" Angelica Whitestar hurried down as Frederic made for the hall.
The politics of the world may be corrupt, but that does not mean that we must be corrupted ourselves.
"Oh, finally!" Oma Catalina dropped her crocheting into her basket and pushed herself up from her rocker, moving towards the door on her cane. Sarah was up too, and her husband Max appeared presently from the staircase, blinking at the commotion through his round glasses.
she/her/they acethetic and paronoid *waves leafy fronds*
