and pluck til time and times are done
the silver apples of the moon
the golden apples of the sun
the silver apples of the moon
the golden apples of the sun
S
o she is a witch, and when admits it the whole of Aster’s keen and strangely stoic attention falls upon her. Teak’s attention is equally focused, but on the raven; the girl feels when the cheetah cub’s wariness shifts to a cat’s inborn curiosity, particularly when it comes to things with feathers.Two pairs of golden eyes (or perhaps three, or four - she is not attending to her brother, not when there is something so new and interesting before her) follow the movement of the witch’s wings as they spread wide, sunlight shining through the tips. Aster’s own, little more than downy suggestions, unconsciously flex in return.
Every skill the woman names makes her bird-small heart beat with want. She steps forward, exchanging her shoulder against her brother’s with her hip. The wind blows its lips again over the chimes, and they clack and sing like teeth, and no cabin of candy and cake could have tempted Aster more.
Not until Corrdelia gives her name does she glance back at her twin, to see if he recognizes it. They are truly fae children, sleeping in the dew and eating acorns with the deer, but Aster remembers the manners Florentine had begun to impress upon them.
“It is our pleasure to meet you,” she says as docilely as a lamb, as stately as a princess. If she is surprised at all to hear her name from a stranger’s lips - from anyone’s lips but Leonidas’s - it shows only in a flicker of her snow-white lashes. “Yes.” The answer for both questions is just a breath, airy as an aspen-leaf drifting down to soil, but Aster’s pulse quickens in her throat. Surely a witch who could make a tea for any sickness could make the sickness, too.
She is as eager as Teak to follow the two into the structure, where she can already see strange things, colorful things, through the thick panes of glass. And even so, she turns quickly back to her dark brother with a look that asks should we run? before she tosses her small, fine head and steps across the threshold with her cheetah’s eyes flashing from her back.
@Leonidas @Corrdelia <3 so sorry for the wait! she is entranced
