Post Thirty Three: Sorting Things Out

[the_wee_big_hag]

[Tiffany is tired. No, worse. She's not tired, at least not properly tired. Properly tired was spending two days on your feet without sleep. It was helping a new mother give birth to twins. It was when you spent your time on something that made the sheer exhaustion feel like an accomplishment rather then a weakness. No she wasn't tired. Not really

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[flameyedhunter]

[ There is another girl, watching Tiffany from the trees she's flying over. She waves. ]

[the_wee_big_hag]

[Tiffany glances over and waves back.]

[flameyedhunter]

How are you doing, Tiffany?

[the_wee_big_hag]

[She almost says well. But then decides lying isn't going to do much good.]

Thoughtful I suppose. What about you?

B

[fuckyeahsealand]

[Sealand is SNEAKING UP not really he's actually pretty obvious and attempting to grab the broom.]

[the_wee_big_hag]

[It'd be hard to sneak up on her anyway. She's used to being followed. Anyway he can grab the broom, but it's going to keep him up in the air. Rising slightly so his feet don't touch the ground as Tiffany turns to look at him. Keeping a hold of the string with an amused smile.]

What do we have here? A broom thief?

[fuckyeahsealand]

Uwah!

[Kicking his legs a bit.]

I'm only looking!

[the_wee_big_hag]

With your hands?

C

[strike_you_out]

[Strangely, the door knocks back.]

[the_wee_big_hag]

[Well normally she'd blame Feegles but since they're not here she'll have to take them off the list. Instead she knocks again.]

[strike_you_out]

[This time it opens. In the doorway is a boy she will no doubt recognize as he once entered her home to "deliver" a newspaper. After that instance, he's restricted his deliveries to the yard and occasionally to a tree or the rooftop. Slugger recognizes her as Witch Girl with Poker.]

Hi.

[the_wee_big_hag]

[Oh yes she remembers him.]

Hello. Is Susan here?

A

[is_an_island]

Sophie, I can't find my good ti...

Oh, Tiffany. There you are.

[the_wee_big_hag]

[She glances over, there's a blue and yellow wrapper from an old packet of tobacco in her hands. She's taken it from the small wooden box she keeps in her room. A small stone with a hole in it is next to her leg.]

Hello England.

[is_an_island]

What's all this?

What are all those? [kneeling beside her]

[the_wee_big_hag]

A few keepsakes from home. I used to take them with me when I had to travel away from the chalk when I was younger.

C

[tapshoetomove]

[Not Susan, but another boy answers the door instead.]

Oh, hello.

[the_wee_big_hag]

[Oh hey, you must be new.]

Hello. Is Susan here?

[tapshoetomove]

Hrm? Oh sure, she should still be around.

[...Though where he's not exactly sure, he's been a little preoccupied.

He opens the door further to let Tiffany in.]

[the_wee_big_hag]

[She'll come in then.]

Thank you.

My name's Tiffany Aching by the way.