Peeking Through the Veil
31th of October 2006 A.D.
The silence that falls following Maeve's answer is suffocating. You don't know... don't know what to do with yourself. The idea that Sandra was some kind of servant of Nemesis, that she had been feeding you just the right suggestions to make you tie people's brains in knots is the most frightening thing you have heard all day. It's one thing to be a target now with all that you can do, all that you are and might yet become, but
that Molly Carpenter who was going around occult shops and probable phishing sites with esoteric names looking for answers on magic, the universe and everything, she didn't have a clue. I didn't have a clue.
"Well," nothing of your inner turmoil leaks into your voice. "If you have anymore problems with that thing do call me. All other things being equal I live in the world, everyone and everything I care about is also in the world, so you could say I have a bit of a bias against things that want to burn it all down."
"They teach you that in Sunday school?" Maeve tries for a jest, but it's clear her heart isn't in it. "Probably the best lesson in the place."
"Maybe you should listen in more often. Who knows maybe you'll hear something else that's worth lending an ear to."
It's anyone's guess if the Lady of Winter is nodding or just moving her head up and down thinking about other things.
"There is one other matter in which your aid would be required," Mab answers looking at you from green flame adorned brow to sensible walking boots. "It is not as urgent."
Just the one? You wonder, but do not ask aloud. If she were minded to share internal politics of the court or how she is minded to deal with the other two she'd have told you already. It would take an hour in a glass of bleach to get enough power together to do that again and nearly three to get topped up.
With a nod that goes about halfway to being a bow you bid farewell to mother and daughter and step back into the refreshing... pouring snow and thunderbolts. At least Mab does not see fit to stop it so it should stick to the ground. That might be enough to make up for the abrupt end to trick or treating.
Some of that lighting does look kind of green, or at least that is your excuse for making like Superman and rocketing upwards on the light of your own burning soul until you are up among the clouds. Sure there are some hic ups along the way, like Clippy not being able to just copy the GPS software from Black Rider in such a way as the satellite can recognize her and having to navigate by old fashioned dead reckoning and map reading, her reading maps that is not you, but flying... is...
awesome.
Landing in front of the house you walk in probably smiling like a crazy person, but you don't care. That was a darn good way to blow the whole Sandra thing right out of your head.
"Hello," you call as you come in.
"...perfectly safe, all they saw was a large glowing gate and then just the inside of the house from another angle and I gave them a safety lecture as well. Sure it can be dangerous, so can high speed traffic. But that does not change if we pretend the roads don't exist and tell kids to ignore the sound of honking. My dad tried doing that to me. I ended up possessed by an evil ghost," you hear Lydia talking in the living room
Glowing gate? She didn't...
As it transpires she or rather they did. When the storm had rolled in Lydia has suggested going to her place, but as it happened, even one with a lot of candy wasn't really enough to make up for missing Halloween so Lydia had suggested showing them all something a little more spooky to fit the season. Daniel who probably wanted a look himself, had agreed which is how Hope's first time out trick or treating coincided with had first visit to the
Nevernever, thank God, a lot nicer than yours. It had consisted of a tour around the house and grounds inside the wards where among other things the ghost of the old gardener had tried giving them apples from the shade of an old tree that had been struck by lightning. That had segued into the rule for why you should not eat stuff in the other world.
To be honest if someone had asked you yesterday how mom would react to something like this you would have started at 'spitting mad' and worked our way up from there, but apparently Lydia's argument about Corpsetaker combined with her earnestness had defused the situation enough that everyone was talking over hot chocolate by the time you get there.
"Hey, Molly you look... glowing," Daniel makes a joke, a lame one of course as is the nature of little brothers.
"I'm guessing you did something," Lydia adds. "I could feel the over-pressure in the spirit world, it was like when your ears pop on a plane
through the wards, it was crazy."
Mom looks like she has questions... all the questions.
What part of your day do you talk about with those present
[] [LYDIA] Write in
[] [MICHAEL] Write in
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OOC: Lydia's a circle-mate, a party member for people not that familiar with Exalted, and of course Michael and Charity will want to know how meeting Mab went, but since you made the distinction between what you tell them on the Eiko matter they have distinct options here as well.