She heard Margarita’s name being called. Except it wasn’t a name that Absinthe would have used for her new acquaintance. It wasn’t one she was rather fond of, either. The pale child much preferred ‘Rita’, or in her own mind, ‘Fairy Goddess’. Still, the girl couldn’t ebb the flow of curiosity that hit her hard in the chest when Margarita’s name echoed throughout the caverns in a voice that was not hers.
Slowly at first, but speeding up when she gained confidence, Absinthe slunk through the shadows, keeping to the sides of the walls that would best conceal her figure. She should have been born dark like her sire. Though he wouldn’t have liked that much, it certainly would have aided Absinthe in her time of need for stealth.
She was getting better at being sneaky. Better at being unheard. She was the shadow of the caverns, the White Wraith. Rarely seen, rarely heard. It was Margarita she was here for, not Rathbone or Maurdie or any of the other Evergreens. Margarita was the reason she stayed. For now.
Up ahead, she could see the two wolves in a beam of light from the cavern’s mouth. She came as close as she dared where she was sure that she was invisible from sight. Maybe Margarita would notice her presence. Maybe the other woman she was talking to would. Maybe none of them would notice and the girl could go on remaining invisible. She was there to listen, not to partake in the action.
And listen she did. She heard the name ‘Piper’ and something about plants. Absinthe liked plants. Especially the pretty ones. Flowers, they were called. Sometime she was going to get out of the caverns and find some pretty flowers for Margarita.
It was when her presence was mentioned that Absinthe’s pearly ears pricked. Was she Margarita’s friend. Yes. No. Absinthe wasn’t sure what the proper label for herself and Margarita would be. For Absinthe, she didn’t need one. She only needed Margarita, as Margarita was enough for her.
Still, the girl refrained herself from coming out of the shadows. Maybe she would if Margarita said she could. If the Fairy Goddess told her it was safe. Until either of them noticed her or the other child gave her permission to appear, Absinthe would remain in darkness.
Jul 15, 2018 06:55 PM — Post #3
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