A Memory
November 25, 2020 5:55 PM
Quieter: Redux by A Memory
The silver mist knew this form. It had adopted it before, however briefly, and it knew her. The woman, familiar to Sonoran residents young and old, had made her home here and varying ages. This iteration of her was slightly more aged than its previous incarnation, far more recent and comparable to the current real-life inspiration.When someone neared, it became her once more, stationed behind a large cauldron. She looked up from her brewing, and surprise registered on her face as she saw someone. Was it the observer, or someone else, unseen? “Hey, buddy,” she said, her voice gentle, perhaps familiar. “What’s wrong? You look bummed.”
The woman paused, as if allowing for a response. “You could go play with Charlotte,” she suggested, responding to the answer that the only visible person could not have heard. Her nose wrinkled, and her lips slid into a crooked frown. The expression made her very much resemble one of the first year students. “You really miss the boys already, huh?” This was a question, but it hardly needed confirmation. The knowing was in the tone. “Yeah, me too.”
This time, the pause did not fit a response. It was a genuine pause, a moment of true silence, until the woman broke it. “Hey, how about you help me? I’m making wolfsbane for Theo’s dad. It’s really, really tricky, but Serapes let me help him when I was about your age, and I think you can do it.” She smiled wide, a beautiful, familiar smile, and held out a stirrer just before she faded back to nothingness.
OOC: New rule: instead of having two sub-threads, this post is set up in a class-style format. There should be a max of two responses, either separate (two people posting directly to the memory) or interactive (one thread with two characters in it).
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