Please Miss, for me, Sis,
Patience would settle within the dormant vixen as a morbid silence took over the frozen land; she did not dare to step forward into unfamiliar territory nor did she dared to make a call fore the babe did not settle her revenous mind. Dark and light, two continous ideas mingling with one another; right of wrong. Cold, calculated gems stared onward with the ticking shifts and change of the course of wind, the chilly winter breeze ruffling her luxurious russet and earthen pelt, bringing yet another shiver forth that traveled down her spine towards the witch very toes. She was able to capture the sound and scent as the first to arrive would slither into view. A woman appeared in her line of sight with a pelt seemingly as dark as night. The witch would simply stare. Silence danced with tangible motion between the duo until the stranger woman has taken the first turn to vocalized her own turmoils. What brings her here indeed. She might have been, for the first time in her life, at a lack of words. She could simply offer a falsetto and blame it on mere curiosity or apply for option B that would inquire knowledge and perhaps her pleading for help. Ebon, full lips would quiver into a frown as soon as the witch took notice of the other woman abdominal region, fighting the desire to look away. Perhaps she had made a mistake. Finally, as moments passed, Nephthys would clear her throat,
