>>5879705>>5879707>>5879754>>5879755>>5879770>>5879804>>5879854>>5880449>>5880457>Can you go with me?>Go see her.“Fine. I’ll go see her. But only for a little.” You mutter as you stand. “Can you go with me?”
“..Okay.” She reassures you with a smile, a small hand over yours.
You follow after her lead through the door, past the colorful wax scribbles along the walls of the hall and wooden toys along the ground. You feel almost dream-like as your feet glide along the floor like and trace in the steps of your sister. You have to hold your breath as you step into the parlor.
Your visitor stands in wait in wait just ahead–casting black, oily shadows as she observes the hearth, standing so tall her hennin near scrapes the ceiling, almost phantom-like. Her head tilts back to follow your movement, though you cannot trace the line of her gaze beneath her bonnet. You can’t help but feel your tongue glue up your mouth. Your sister’s grip on your hand tightens.
“Bobbington. And.. Catalina.” Your mother, MILADY DU-SAINT-WINIFRED–or, as is what your pa calls her, MOLLY. This is the first time you remember seeing her. “You’ve grown.”
>Remain silent and let her speak.>Demand to know what she wants.>Flee. She’s really scary, actually.>[Write-In.] 