Re: The Woods: Pesha/Tandy
Billy was constant motion, leaning back on his heels and tapping the butt of his cigarette against his bottom lip while he waited on a response from his guest. “I wouldn’t normally just blurt it out like that, but we’re doing this thing— ” and here he paused, waving his cigarette through the air in an all-encompassing gesture between the two of them. “And it’s going to involve my magic. I’m not a forger, I don’t know how to do that. I only know how to do… this.”
He wouldn’t have told Tandy, about the witch thing. If he’d had a choice. But he knew from experience that there was no hiding this sort of thing. Billy lived his life at nature’s mercy, buffeted by the wind here and there. He went with the flow. It was Very That.
“I don’t know if it’s normal, honestly.” He shrugged and turned back to the stove, reaching up on tip-toe to pluck a mason jar full of dried rose blooms from the shelf above his head. He twisted off the top and shook a couple buds into the water, then dove back into the contents of his backpack and pulled out a sandwich baggie that was half-full of small, short bones. Probably rodents, most of them. They’d get dried out til they were sun-bleached, and then ground up into dust. But he pulled out one as-is and added it to the pot.
“I think most of the people I know are ‘Gifted’,” he mused, lifting both hands to do the requisite air quotes, then turned back to the coffee pot while he waited for the ingredients in the pot to do their thing. Even though Tandy hadn’t answered his question about how he took his coffee, Billy poured the stuff into two mugs, with the smell of the hazelnut he’d added drifting into the air. And he thought about the question, turning it over as he dumped sugar into his own mug and stirred it with a gesture of his finger. His social circle since he’d moved to Repose involved wolves, witches, and vampires. Sunshine was probably the only human that he spoke to with any regularity.