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Cricket
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Date Posted: 18:59:31 06/16/06 Fri
In reply to:
Angus
's message, "Re: The Pigeon" on 07:14:39 06/16/06 Fri
Down came the tip of the walking cane as soon as the door was pushed shut, and it was set with a solid firmness to the floor before her feet. The cackle was now silent, and the old crone seemed content in letting Angus study her..all the while taking the opportunity to do the same. His scrutiny matched her own, in the depth he could probe to with his eyes alone, and respect for the man inched up a notch. She let silence reign supreme for a few moments however, until any normal man might have been shifting his weight from foot to foot. She was pleased to see nothing of the kind in Angus, but she was still curious as to what had been her tell, if for no other reason than to correct it the next time. When she spoke, it was still in the crones voice, low and gravelled as if with time.
"Thee will see to a house for me aye?..away from the ruff and rabble, for I abhor noise. I need little. Food, and fuel and heavy curtains cross the windows. Can thee find this for me?"
Now appearing no more than a decrepid old woman who was in need of a helping hand, she stepped forward, as feeble as a centurian, shaking,gnarled fingers (something odd about them...but what?) rising, as if in need.
"Come young man, allow me thine arm to aid my step"
Yet there was something sinister in the old crones request, the perverbial spider tempting the fly..or at least that was how it might seem. Cricket waited, her faint touch of amusement hidden well in shadow and coaldust as she waited to see if Angus would hold his stolid demeanor.
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