If he was feeling particularly self-righteous, Cade would have said that it all started with him. That his birth had prompted the gears of the universe to spin wildly as its maker mastered the kinks of trouble. But Cade never much believed in fate o...
The woman's voice, low and gravely like someone running against chips of rocks along a dirt road, came before her body drifted into the room and satisfied the trio's curiosity. As she walked the room began to shrink with her presence as if even the furniture and wallpaper disdained the old woman. Her body moved fluidly in slow motion as she waltzed into the room with a poised chin that balanced a tiny coin between the extended bone of her skull and her lips. Unlike the younger ladies, this woman bared the grief of old age in her wrinkled face, dirtied snow-colored hair, and frail limbs, although she proudly wore the unattractiveness as if it were a crown. In a strange, life-size figure, the woman had her hair pinned up with not a single strand loose, allowing access to the sharp angles of her face. Flowing down to the floor in a river of blood with two bulging additive clumps of fabric on each shoulder, the woman's dress fit against her slim figure perfectly and Cade assumed it had taken much time for the perfection. The only about the lady drifting across the floor in front of them that did not fit together was the lengthy wood cane, capped with false gold, that assisted her steps. Following closely behind with swagger in its steps was a fat, cat with long hair that swayed on each step.
Her face pricked the boy's mind in an uncomfortable way that made his nose twitch and eyebrows fall with the confusion of ignorance until he collected his emotions and remained stone-faced. The two women that spoke to the three previously watched as the other approached as intently, although wearing the wide eyes of fear more, as the group of young adults. Whoever this female was, she wore dominance proudly and Cade guessed she was the one that organized their capture, not the two fools that they encountered first.
She stopped briefly at the younger women and glanced down to them without shifting the position of her head and spoke in her grating voice first to the one with night hair and then the one with rose. "Drizella, Anastasia, quit your incessant banter and act like the ladies you are, you're making a fool of us in front of our guests." He didn't like the way her eyes flickered to them when she spoke the word nor the way the corner of her lip twitched upwards for the slightest of seconds. Immediately, they avoided eye contact with each other and sat straight without the unnatural curvature in their spines, soothed by the passive-aggressive words of the figure before them. The older woman was their mother.
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By the sudden alertness of the two on Cade's left, the small light blinked on for them as well. The older female turned to face the youths and sat down atop the armchair positioned in between the daughters, the hideous cat leaping up to her lap the moment her rear hit the cushion. He could hear the purrs as the woman raked her hands slowly against its grey fur with the occasional focus on a specific spot; its beady, yellow eyes squinted at him menacingly as if daring him to offend its master. Talso murmured something under his breath and lowered his eyes slightly, most likely out of irritation at the feline.
