#scarsdale

A moth flutters throuh the area , perhaps looking for warmth

At least one window is open, with lace-edged curtains inside.

And inward it goes

Inside, perhaps, is a pale girl with pale hair, attention caught up in a dusty book.

A moment later, the moth is gone, and ..another girl is there. Ginny Cassandra she's been going by

"Sister!"

"Come, sit - are you here for dinner? I can tell Mama."

the pooka looks tired, but smiles "Hind you are wisely called, for you are most deer , sister." At the mention of family, she does sit, but "would thou hast me? I don't wish to be the shadow spread over family light?"

"Have you been? No, you are most welcome."

A sad smile, "...sometimes the light shows the way, sometimes it burns. the path of right often seems to fall from my feet bucked by quakes of fear, but wings are balm. i bear news of the golden one."

"Aye? She... she seems to have had a poor time, of late. Tell me the news - oh, I have a delight to show you, after! To see, but dangerous to touch."

Her brow raise in curiosity, "mayhaps my news carries dust and complains of fixed incomes? a redheaded angel did thwart the twisted flower of gold, when she went to feast upon a keeper of trees turned tales."

"This, I didn't see! I... oh, sister, I hexed her. I bid she fail, for I saw him command she attack thus..."

A soft laugh, like a unicorn's nicker, "twould seem that it may have clipped her thorns, for surely angels with wings are not so common as all that? she grows desperate. i suspect this is some requirement put forth by he who she worships and fears. naturally, i have spent some time makin sure she has a hard time of finding another. tis my kith, games of hide and seek in vain are expected, nu?"

"It IS his decree - a librarian. Ah.. I suspect, for me, specifically... to cause distress. And I am glad to hear you have been so valiant!"

She flushes "oh, please do not damn me with loving praise. sister, i too have been his dagger in velvet. you...must be wary of such praise upon me, lest the lightning of da'an fall upon the rod of hypocrisy i light upon"

Gently. "We all have done aught we regret. Or done what we needed, for hope to survive."

Her wings still look somewhat , wilted.

"The past is what it is, sister."

"dickens was right. it is a long armed beast"

"Aye. But you are small and quick and I will help thee."

a smile, a bit more energy, and her wings perk, "enou o me, tell if thou wilt how you fare? and how fare those you hold dear? " she looks about, perhaps for Bronte

1122 has a heap of popcorn - he isn't eating it, but rather he sits upon it as a throne. Bronte has poetry! "Oh, well! I did a small good deed, I think, for my kith... and Earl had an adventure. I did scold him, but only from worry..."

she tsks, "did he behave more contritely as proper for a gentleman so clearly in the wrong as to distress his beloved?"

"He did, aye. I could ask for no better love."

A nod, "he best. a lady must be wary of allowing even her love the upperhand, one can never be sure where might put it"

A soft chuff of laughter. "Aye. But he was bold, and I am proud, even if I hate when he is endangered."

"I cannot keep HIM in a bottle, if I would not abide it."

"mmm decanter of earl does have a classy sound though?"

mischief, even in a pooka more suited to a sluagh's company

"Oh, tall and blue and cold as the north... mmm, I would drink it up." She exclaims, then blushes and ducks her head.

Her sister is too kind to make anything of that beyond a soft smile, and even offers a change of subject or return to one "you said you did a small favor for your kith? "

She nods. "Returned a lost one to the family. I think she is happier in a place that understands her."

"good family?" Hesitance

"I think so. A family of kith, not blood. A place where she can be who she is, instead of always... always fearfully trying to live to another's expectations."

A wistful look, then a nod, "Blood is for non regional bats"

"Aye. And, truth - family is... well. Family is about those who love you, for you. Most of my family is not blood."

"oh sister, my emerald eyes shine at gaze upon your bloodless family"

"I... was very fortunate."

"But I am also fortunate to have found an achut. A sister." She reaches for Ginny's hands.

Ginny's mouth opens a bit at the contact, but then she smiles and give a sisterly hold in return "We are safer still then, for not just achut, but together are a pair of them. perhaps we can thus survive a fall." her eyes dance a bit. "your heart is so open i could build a roadway through it. i fear my tongue is as twisted as the Golden harpy's, but it is good to lie because of what I am and not for fear of 'familial love'"

She grins at the pun, briefly flashing her toothless black gums without 'correcting' her smile. "Love gives. It should not take. And I am so glad to have a sister."

A smile, then, a curious look as if getting her bearings "are we..about to hug?" she seems completely out of her depth there.

"Ah - we could? I fear I am rather cold and have sharp corners...."

"and i am dustridden and smell like old clothes" a lowering her eyes "bad habbits" then she hugs Zara and away

She hugs back, surely! Even with a passel of nockers, Hannah is a hugger, so she's learned the trick of it.

"i'm glad you're cold, my kind don't always handle fire wisely" She says after the brief hug. While Zara's sister is not as boney as she, she too has a slim frame, and yes, she does smell a bit like old clothes.

"Would you see my prize? Earl was very coy, and hid it." She bounces to her feet, going over to her vanity to retrieve a glass-and-gold box.

"Ooo.." the curiosity in her tone saying it all

She holds it out for Moth to see. A tiny, furry hand rests upon a white pillow. "Tis cursed!"