voice ▶ open to seelie and unseelie ▶ forward-dated to after the feast

[ex_audacity56]

D'you reckon if I asked nicely, I could find some caramel biscuits 'round here?

[she starts off the recording unceremoniously, giving her locket a squinty sort of look. it'd be a lie to say she can pretend she's on the phone or a walkie, but least it's less weird. and considering she's walked into the fucking land of the fairies, she can do with less weird.]

I'm not fussed about the brand or nothing, but I don't want anything their sort makes. Couldn't compare to a freshly opened box of 'em, could it? The food's fine, but I want biscuits, not fairy dust. I know you can get loads of cakes if you ask, [which is dead strange] but I'm not talking about anything fancy. Bit too sweet, anyway, if you ask me.

[and then she exhales. magic lockets. now she's seen everything.]

This had better be working. If someone's having me on about these stupid things — don't suppose they'd come with instruction manuals.

[now she just sounds like her dad, but at least she can decipher one better than he can.]

Comments

[ex_audacity56]

Very Unseelie, isn't it? [from what she's been hearing of the courts, anyway.] You're not alone, there.

[deadpoet]

Now there's a nice thought. It makes me feel all warm inside.

[ex_audacity56]

Good company's better than no company.

[deadpoet]

You make it sound like you'll be following about. I hate to break it to you, pet, but I'm a solo act.

[ex_audacity56]

[she laughs.]

Hate to break it to you, mate, but I was talking about the court. Besides, [the eyeroll is AUDIBLE, and she goes on facetiously:] I'm not supposed to talk to strangers, forget following any anywhere.

[what's a little sister if not someone to constantly take the mick out of her older brother? no kind of little sister, that's what.]

[deadpoet]

Bad job announcing yourself to the lockets, then. There's lot of us strangers to be found here. Some scarier than others.

[ex_audacity56]

Don't bother me any. My brother's a different story.

[deadpoet]

Frightens easy, does he?

[ex_audacity56]

Nah. Older brother, [she says like that explains everything.] I expect he'll be by later with a bed time story too, at this rate.

[deadpoet]

Are you six?

[ex_audacity56]

I'm starting to reckon he thinks so; instead of nearly 20.

[she just wants to complain doN'T MIND HER]

[deadpoet]

I'm sure it's a riveting story.