Re: [Fuzzy] Forest: Julia L/Leena B
When was -- known. It was acrid bile in the back of her throat, the scent of diseased wrongness, of dying but not dead that clung in her nares, the pervasive need to end such a foul thing that brought the cat out. But the when on arrival of demons was something she didn't have a clock for.
The but earned a head tilt, unfinished and perhaps better that way. She had her own buts, like the reason why she lived out here in the woods and didn't like men. She didn't pry, simply nodded in understanding and continued.
"Still, thank you. And I will. Probably soon, for somewhere else." The treehouse was lurking in the back of her mind, sweeter than other things that also crept along the crevices of her thoughts. "I won't tell anyone." Secrets she could keep. She nodded again, and offered up the faint sliver of a smile before she picked up the generator and hauled it back through the trees.