Re: Cass & Mat: the Quiet Home
Unspoken, a contrary belief, hurled deep into a thickly rooted place, stubborn as a spear. The belief that Cassie is, in fact, a ‘witch’. The belief that what she can do, can be hobbied back into a wieldable craft again, back to an advanced knit, a celtic sweater as opposed to this pathetically medicated baby’s blanket type of knickknack that nobody would want for their newborn.Terrible metaphor, but hadn’t she said she didn’t think she was a witch? Pffffft. They’d doped her up for a reason. A reason improbable to Matilda, who lives as imperturbably chaotic and impartial as a court jester.
“It’s a lot easier on idiots,” she admits, nimbly like some forced-upon-earth, paled demigod accustomed to too often encountering human folly. Her sunglasses drawn back down over the ruddyearth color of her irises and needlepoint pupils, she waves her wrist in such a way to indicate she’s ready for her next closeup. The slack gloss of this germy tile is surely in unanimous agony over the sharp, ambling peaks of her heels, ”And most men are idiots.” she adds, replete with superior, consummate simper.