Re: Webster's Vinyl: Harper L & Ceil L
[Harper had no true grasp of her own abilities. She'd no idea how to reach out and sense, and Aunt and Uncle had wanted her to remain with them until she understood what it meant to be as she was. But she'd returned stubbornly, intent on seeing Ceil, and she only knew Daniel to be upon the step thanks to the fall of his feet and the clink of badly affixed license plates responding to his weight. Rather unimpressive for a fire demon, but she also hadn't truly embraced this reality of herself. She yearned for her humanity, clinging to it with fingers that tugged on Ceil's wrist.] Babygirl, leave us a moment?
[She knew Ceil would be curious, riddled with questions that Harper would need to dance avoidance around in their curled up bed in the evening. But, for now, she wanted to speak to the man on the stairs alone.
For, you see, unskilled as she was, she understood that he was more than a broken figure, as she'd previously thought. It made her feel no more kindly to him, but there was a recognition of like and like, and realized this was yet more secrets she would need to keep from her candyfloss sibling.] I'm famished for one of the crazy baker's scones. Procure? [She winked at her sister, as if this was a con between them both, and subtle in its unsubtle.]