MIDDLE FINGERS UP

The pale would speak, barely giving her the time of day. Eyes narrowed briefly before returning to their normal state. 'I don't think you know what I want." She would softly coo to the girl, a faint smirk playing on her lips. A threat would fall from pale lips, one that was expected. "You seem sensible enough to know that if you kill her, you no longer have a pawn in a negotiation." A brow would lift in feigned interest. The sounds of snarls would confused her for the briefest of moments. Verdant gaze would dart towards a familiar dark form. A burst of anger fluttered in her chest. Hestia. Damn children don't ever listen. The girl rushed forward in an attempt to attack their adversary. Fool. However, the pale girl wouldn't attack, instead choosing to insult the pup. Another would arrive, scolding the child and demanding they returned home.

Now that Hestia was under control, her attention would return to the ghost. Fia was still unconscious, and unharmed for now. "Is there something you want in exchange for the girl?" She needed to call Vi. But when was the right time? There would never be a right time. Surely Vi would was more than capable of following her scent. The woman weighed her options, choosing the wait for a moment, and see what this woman wanted.


SPEAK

short crappy post :/