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Week Two: Tuesday
Who: Tiffany, Gossamer, and Aramil
Where: The garden maze
When: Tuesday after dinner
What: The twins are scaring themselves in the fog and hoping for someone else to scare
They weren’t exactly the kind to get lost in a fog. Especially not in a place that they knew as well as the two knew the groomed hedges that made up the maze within the extensive Halcyon gardens. It was, by all accounts and purposes, their favorite spot at the school. When any needed to know where to find them, it would of course be the gardens, more specifically, the maze.
Having spent their most formative years in the fog of northern England, near enough to Scotland as to almost not know the difference, the two were quite confident in their abilities to navigate through it. The maze, hedging them in as it did, actually had the added benefit of giving them definite boundaries, lines which they could follow so as to keep to known boundaries.
So then, what went wrong? How had they become separated? On purpose actually. It wasn’t as though they maintained a constant hand-holding. Rather unnecessary when they were as connected as these two. They could find one another by simply moving in the direction in which they knew their other half to be. Neither had yet done that. For now they were content in playing the game of “being lost”. They were, quite thoroughly, but without fear. It wasn’t as though they could fall off a cliff, or be run over by a car, or any of those other dreadful things that might happen to people in a fog. They trusted the maze to secure them.
This was the best way they could imagine entertaining themselves in the fog. Well, the best way they knew with clothes on. Even better would be if someone else wandered in and were truly lost. Though, if one sister found them, and not the other, that could prove a problem, especially if they were a creature more wicked than the fae. The school did have them after all. Some the girls had already made enemies of. Not on purpose of course.
“Tiffany…” Gossamer giggled, her muffled voice sounding as delicate and vulnerable as her wings. There came no sound in reply, but a feeling, a knowledge that her sister was indeed nearby. Likely she’d not even heard her. This fog had a way of swallowing everything including sound.
It was starting to get dark. Had Gossamer's voice held a slightly worried sound? Was it her own concern she felt? Or was it Tiffany's. So hard to distinguish her own feelings from her sister's sometimes.
Where: The garden maze
When: Tuesday after dinner
What: The twins are scaring themselves in the fog and hoping for someone else to scare
They weren’t exactly the kind to get lost in a fog. Especially not in a place that they knew as well as the two knew the groomed hedges that made up the maze within the extensive Halcyon gardens. It was, by all accounts and purposes, their favorite spot at the school. When any needed to know where to find them, it would of course be the gardens, more specifically, the maze.
Having spent their most formative years in the fog of northern England, near enough to Scotland as to almost not know the difference, the two were quite confident in their abilities to navigate through it. The maze, hedging them in as it did, actually had the added benefit of giving them definite boundaries, lines which they could follow so as to keep to known boundaries.
So then, what went wrong? How had they become separated? On purpose actually. It wasn’t as though they maintained a constant hand-holding. Rather unnecessary when they were as connected as these two. They could find one another by simply moving in the direction in which they knew their other half to be. Neither had yet done that. For now they were content in playing the game of “being lost”. They were, quite thoroughly, but without fear. It wasn’t as though they could fall off a cliff, or be run over by a car, or any of those other dreadful things that might happen to people in a fog. They trusted the maze to secure them.
This was the best way they could imagine entertaining themselves in the fog. Well, the best way they knew with clothes on. Even better would be if someone else wandered in and were truly lost. Though, if one sister found them, and not the other, that could prove a problem, especially if they were a creature more wicked than the fae. The school did have them after all. Some the girls had already made enemies of. Not on purpose of course.
“Tiffany…” Gossamer giggled, her muffled voice sounding as delicate and vulnerable as her wings. There came no sound in reply, but a feeling, a knowledge that her sister was indeed nearby. Likely she’d not even heard her. This fog had a way of swallowing everything including sound.
It was starting to get dark. Had Gossamer's voice held a slightly worried sound? Was it her own concern she felt? Or was it Tiffany's. So hard to distinguish her own feelings from her sister's sometimes.
