Elizabeth Parker (lady_bess) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-06-29 19:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-06 |
Who: Ezra and Elizabeth
Where: The antique shop
When: Mid-afternoon
With no appointments for the day, and a promise to fulfill, not to mention an avarice for a certain grandfather clock, Ezra finished up his magic for the day-- he was tired of Eduardo, and so attached himself a different spirit-guardian for the time being, this time a disinterested-seeming werecoyote who seemed to prefer her animal form-- and headed over to the antique shop Dorcas had said she worked at. He drove most of the way, then walked about a block from where he'd parked until he reached it and wandered in. He didn't immediately see any of that vibrantly red hair, so he moved further in, looking at the items for sale with interest.
The werecoyote spirit just trotted along at his side, sniffing at this or that without much curiosity. She moved through items as if they weren't there, and seemed to be pretending Ezra wasn't there, either. Responding in kind, Ezra largely ignored her, as well.
And earsplitting wail echoed through the shop. At least, to those who could see and hear into the realm of the spirits. Elizabeth sighed and rung her hands, looking down at the bawling infant ghost in the lying in the antique cradle. The poor thing, all he did was cry and poltergeist really. He'd already knocked over and broken a ceramic figurine. It wasn't his fault, he was just a baby after all.
All of her attempts to soothe him had come to naught, and Dorcas, the poor fragile dear, had fled to avoid the cries. And to go get prepared for her outing with that scoundrel Evan, but Bess was doing her best to ignore that. If he didn't mind his manners, she was going to shut more than his fingers in the cupboard.
She started at the ghost beast that was snuffling through the shop, stepping between it and the cradle instinctively. Not that the creature seemed threatening. That's when she spotted Ezra and was relieved. It was perhaps one of his ghosts. "Good Afternoon, Mr. Ramas," she greeted, then flinched as ghost baby began a new bout of wailing. "Sorry, the poor dear's having a time of it."
The wail actually startled the werecoyote, who stopped short and bristled. "It's all right," Ezra told her, following the sound, and spotting both Elizabeth and, it seemed, the baby in the cradle. Infant ghosts were definitely troublesome, and not terribly common, in his experience. How did you gently lead on a spirit that had no real comprehension of what was going on around it?
"Good afternoon, miss--" He paused. "You know, I don't think we were actually introduced, in the park."
Elizabeth backed closer to the cradle as the beast's hair stood on end. "Oh dear," she murmured, forgetting that she nor the child were really in any danger here.
Her attention was turned to the gentleman Dorcas had encountered in the park. Another medium. And rather a charming and polite gentleman. She smiled faintly and lowered her gaze a bit before replying. "Mrs. Elizabeth Parker," she replied automatically. "Although I suppose it doesn't really matter, seeing as both Mr. Parker and I have been dead quite some time." That was still taking some getting used to. Being dead and knowing everyone you knew were dead. "It's very nice to meet you."
The ghost baby bawled again, making her sigh. "The poor dear, wish there was something to be done," she said, turning her attention to the wailing infant poltergeist. "I'm sure he just wants his mother. Don't you, darling?" Not that the baby even acknowledged her presence or words. But she couldn't help but feel badly for him.