She used to be a freer sort. Now she is a grieving grub. Hiding in the filth of her sadness. Eating those anchoring roots so she might someday float away. It isn't that she doesn't want to. She just feels she can't. There's no sound. No release. She might as well be a coil. Someday she'll be pulled and she'll either snap out of it or come undone.
The shriek was impressive and Zo was there in the spirit of it.
Ah yes, Hazel. The girl she was moving in with and planning a coven with. That was why she was here. Or, that was why she was told she was here. "I forgot about Clue." She says robotically, not wanting to engage in those earlier days of Parker Brothers and rainy days.