When decided, Priscilla took the initiative; walking down the path with the group behind. “We walk a crooked path.” She mused aloud after a time of roundabout turns and sudden stops. “I never thought of looking, but how large do you think this maze is?”
A sigh of relief escaped her when they entered a more open area, looking around with interest as she saw trees. “A bit humid, but I quite like this room. Feels like home.” Eyes traveled upward, the smile on her face soon falling as she laid eyes upon seeing a curious sight. A serpentine man curled up in a vine. He moved so smoothly, matching the characteristics of the animal he had taken on as a persona. Seeing it brought a shiver up her spine.
“What he does not have in looks, he may have the tongue of the serpent that tempted Eve.” She whispered to Dorothy, chuckling softly at the thought. “He could be a real charmer under all those scales.”
Eyes fleetingly lowered to the ground to see if any ‘friends’ were around their feet, finding that one of her feet was tapping along with the rhythm of the drum. Her smile returned, scolding herself for being silly. This was a game. No harm would be done to them so long as they follow the rules.
A sigh of relief escaped her when they entered a more open area, looking around with interest as she saw trees. “A bit humid, but I quite like this room. Feels like home.” Eyes traveled upward, the smile on her face soon falling as she laid eyes upon seeing a curious sight. A serpentine man curled up in a vine. He moved so smoothly, matching the characteristics of the animal he had taken on as a persona. Seeing it brought a shiver up her spine.
“What he does not have in looks, he may have the tongue of the serpent that tempted Eve.” She whispered to Dorothy, chuckling softly at the thought. “He could be a real charmer under all those scales.”
Eyes fleetingly lowered to the ground to see if any ‘friends’ were around their feet, finding that one of her feet was tapping along with the rhythm of the drum. Her smile returned, scolding herself for being silly. This was a game. No harm would be done to them so long as they follow the rules.
Dorothy Parsons wrote:
((I'm quite enjoying this one! I'd love to get to finish it, even if it extends past Halloween! 
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))((I'm glad, so have I! Bad news, though. They powered down my town for the past three days, it came on a little while ago and there's a small window 'til about 4AM when it will go down again
Because it's been a couple days since the last post, and I can't say how long I'll be gone again, I'm gonna go ahead and post again tonight while there's time! Give y'all a little more to work with. Since we've sort of established an order up to this point, feel free to "reset" it after this.))
While the women spoke softly between themselves, the show continued to unravel without hint of distraction. The serpent slid down that expectant arm, and as the contortionist arched away into a backward bend, she brought the whole of her body down from the bough. A persistent smile was sustained throughout the performance. Brutal though his altered appearance was, the expression was one of unadulterated joy. It paralleled that of a boy playing fetch with his hound. He did not revel in revolting nor amazing his audience, for he was no social sadist, but delighted simply in being seen- regardless of reaction. It was clear the oddity enjoyed his act, and his companion did not seem too troubled by her role. While the marked man twisted and stretched, she adapted with casual coils, hooking her tail and moving in a way which would ensure she did not fall from him. Their movements seemed to meld over time; one would witness the synchronized ripple of muscles beneath scales. He walked upon his hands, bent as if boneless, moving with controlled slowness and strength. With a contented drawl, he called out to them in an airy, strange, staccato manner of speech. "The gift I give is a display of loyalty. I am true to myself: I look how I choose to look, how I feel on the inside. I am true to my friends, here, and they bring me no harm, for they know I will take care of them. We must be honest with ourselves and our ken."
Fortunately, the earth was free of slithering visitors, though those who stared well and true into the trees would see some lazily writhing through the upmost branches. The company was watched from all directions.
The end of the reptilian contortionist's act saw him standing on his hands, hooking a tree branch with his toes, and gradually pulling himself up with an exceptional display of leg power. Once seated upon it, he rifled through a hollow at the base of a branch, scooping contents and swinging down again. While dangling, legs crisscrossed, the upside-down contortionist beckoned them in. In his left grip, a black bag, and in the right a glass goblet. He would gift them as the firebreather had done, albeit with all new treats. While these too contained a surprise, they were transparent in nature, literally. Encased in a hard honey candy were stingerless scorpions. "One for each!" the performer prompted amiably, encouraging them to pluck their prizes with gestures of the glass. Yet it would be Dorothy's turn to receive something specific. He watched her with a patient smile, waiting til she came closer before he held up the black bag. As soon as she was within arm's reach, he shook it with waves of his wrist, and from the sack came the sound of lethal rattling. The performer hissed a light laugh through his teeth before producing the sound's source: a rattler's tail charm, trapped in the shell of a bullet and suspended from a string. "They do not bite their own, you know," the enigma assured on a rather sly matter-of-fact note, only to add at a near whisper, "it will frighten them away, and perhaps other 'snakes' which would come for you, too!"
Fortunately, the earth was free of slithering visitors, though those who stared well and true into the trees would see some lazily writhing through the upmost branches. The company was watched from all directions.
The end of the reptilian contortionist's act saw him standing on his hands, hooking a tree branch with his toes, and gradually pulling himself up with an exceptional display of leg power. Once seated upon it, he rifled through a hollow at the base of a branch, scooping contents and swinging down again. While dangling, legs crisscrossed, the upside-down contortionist beckoned them in. In his left grip, a black bag, and in the right a glass goblet. He would gift them as the firebreather had done, albeit with all new treats. While these too contained a surprise, they were transparent in nature, literally. Encased in a hard honey candy were stingerless scorpions. "One for each!" the performer prompted amiably, encouraging them to pluck their prizes with gestures of the glass. Yet it would be Dorothy's turn to receive something specific. He watched her with a patient smile, waiting til she came closer before he held up the black bag. As soon as she was within arm's reach, he shook it with waves of his wrist, and from the sack came the sound of lethal rattling. The performer hissed a light laugh through his teeth before producing the sound's source: a rattler's tail charm, trapped in the shell of a bullet and suspended from a string. "They do not bite their own, you know," the enigma assured on a rather sly matter-of-fact note, only to add at a near whisper, "it will frighten them away, and perhaps other 'snakes' which would come for you, too!"
The words that were spoken made more of an impact compared to the fire dancer’s advice. Oh, to feel free in one’s skin and to not feel the pressure of the expectations of her peers! It was she dreamed for, being a working-class woman.
Priscilla walked forward without hesitation when treats were presented, reaching into the goblet with eyes filled with curiosity. They would widen when she inspected the sweet, marveling at the little insect that was trapped within the honey. It resembled amber. “I do not think I have ever seen a spider like this before!” She voiced her shock as she moved to the side to allow others to take a piece. “Thank you, sir.”
Fingers brought it to parted lips, lightly sucking on it. The honey was delicious, yet she was careful not to bite down. She would let it melt on her tongue first and enjoy it. What would it taste like, she wondered? Perhaps it would be savory. Or sour. However, when it at last was released from its sweet cage, a shiver washed over her frame as it sat on her tongue. Unable to resist, she spat it politely into her hand so she could inspect it closer.
The tip of her nail nudged the body, turning it around in her palm before tapping one of its claws. It was cute now, but would it remain that way if it was alive? “I never thought of eating a bug before. Oh my, if a high-class lady was here; I am sure she would faint at the sight!” A smirk formed on her lips at the thought before tossing the delectable into her mouth and biting down.
The young maid winced at the crunch, slowly chewing on it before swallowing. It was acrid in taste, like eating a nut on the cusp of going bad, but it was not awful. It was rather enjoyable with the sweetness of the honey. “I quite like that one. Off-putting in appearance, but an enjoyment when one gives it at try.”
((Yum, scorpion! The best odd candy out there next to chocolate covered ants and salted tarantula. Halloween brings out the creepiest sweets.))
Priscilla walked forward without hesitation when treats were presented, reaching into the goblet with eyes filled with curiosity. They would widen when she inspected the sweet, marveling at the little insect that was trapped within the honey. It resembled amber. “I do not think I have ever seen a spider like this before!” She voiced her shock as she moved to the side to allow others to take a piece. “Thank you, sir.”
Fingers brought it to parted lips, lightly sucking on it. The honey was delicious, yet she was careful not to bite down. She would let it melt on her tongue first and enjoy it. What would it taste like, she wondered? Perhaps it would be savory. Or sour. However, when it at last was released from its sweet cage, a shiver washed over her frame as it sat on her tongue. Unable to resist, she spat it politely into her hand so she could inspect it closer.
The tip of her nail nudged the body, turning it around in her palm before tapping one of its claws. It was cute now, but would it remain that way if it was alive? “I never thought of eating a bug before. Oh my, if a high-class lady was here; I am sure she would faint at the sight!” A smirk formed on her lips at the thought before tossing the delectable into her mouth and biting down.
The young maid winced at the crunch, slowly chewing on it before swallowing. It was acrid in taste, like eating a nut on the cusp of going bad, but it was not awful. It was rather enjoyable with the sweetness of the honey. “I quite like that one. Off-putting in appearance, but an enjoyment when one gives it at try.”
((Yum, scorpion! The best odd candy out there next to chocolate covered ants and salted tarantula. Halloween brings out the creepiest sweets.))
((Alder, hopefully you get some rain soon! Assuming that would negate the need for the outages? 
And what a cool gift for Dorothy! I have a feeling that little trinket might make it into her list of gear!))
Dorothy watched the remainder of the contortionist's performance with a mix of admiration at the performer's strength and uneasy shivers at the site of the constrictor wrapping herself around him.
When he hung upside down and held forth the treats, she was more hesitant this time to take the candy after being the one to catch the nasty hidden surprise last time. So was happy to let Priscilla claim the first one.
"That ain't no spider. It'sa scorpion trapped in that bee-sweetenin'," she said. "Used to see 'em in Texas sometimes. Sure didn't want pricked by one of 'em."
Even though the other girl tasted her candy and even seemed to like it, Dorothy simply slipped hers into the velvet satchel. Maybe she'd offer it to Flinch later.
As the scale covered man offered her a special gift however, her attitude changed from cool to warm in a heartbeat. Gifts obviously were a quick way into this rough woman’s good graces. Her mouth turned up into a genuine smile as she took the brass casing, giving it a little shake to hear it warn just like a timber rattler.
"I dunno if I'll be testin' that theory up close 'n personal. But I'll keep it handy just the same," she said.
And what a cool gift for Dorothy! I have a feeling that little trinket might make it into her list of gear!))Dorothy watched the remainder of the contortionist's performance with a mix of admiration at the performer's strength and uneasy shivers at the site of the constrictor wrapping herself around him.
When he hung upside down and held forth the treats, she was more hesitant this time to take the candy after being the one to catch the nasty hidden surprise last time. So was happy to let Priscilla claim the first one.
"That ain't no spider. It'sa scorpion trapped in that bee-sweetenin'," she said. "Used to see 'em in Texas sometimes. Sure didn't want pricked by one of 'em."
Even though the other girl tasted her candy and even seemed to like it, Dorothy simply slipped hers into the velvet satchel. Maybe she'd offer it to Flinch later.
As the scale covered man offered her a special gift however, her attitude changed from cool to warm in a heartbeat. Gifts obviously were a quick way into this rough woman’s good graces. Her mouth turned up into a genuine smile as she took the brass casing, giving it a little shake to hear it warn just like a timber rattler.
"I dunno if I'll be testin' that theory up close 'n personal. But I'll keep it handy just the same," she said.
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