The three of them walked along the hallways, Fern would stop Abby and Stella....She wanted to look at a vase, or a portrait. Her long thin fingers would reach out, be within inches of touching (But she never would)
"...Explain. This? Safe? Weapon?..." Fern couldn't stop wanting to "look" at everything. Stella was happy to help, fairies didn't live the way most do, they do have a house...But, it often a shared space. They prefer open areas, outside places. They have hiding places, but they keep things simple. What is required, and everything has a purpose. No clutter.
Stella picked up the vase, turned it around in her hands..."It'll hold flowers from the garden. It's old.....It was probably bought from a market..." Stella looked at it closely..."It would be worth a mint now!..."
Fern smiled, then looked at her feet..."Don't touch flowers for vase. Flowers die.." Abby made a small tutting sound (Poked Fern, Fern shot her friend a look)..."Flowers in that are fine, Witch-Stella. We cut flowers for our hair. Fern is being a stupid girl!.." Abby high her head high. Fern was just too sensitive.
Stella managed to get the two fairies to the hallway near the living room, was about to open the door....When all three heard Celeste having yet another loudly talking/screaming/tear-filled conversation. Astraea had kept Celeste reasonably on track (The screaming mostly directed at her) But, in the all the time she had known Celeste - She hadn't truthfully realised till now....Just how much the "Removal" of the baby Others, had got to her.
Celeste was always so calm, confident....Left nothing to chance, never held the children for too long. Never showed much interest in them.
But....This "Winged-Creature" (Ethan) - Had unwound her some how.
Astraea pounder this....She'd been the one to go crying to Celeste. She'd witnessed another moment of cruelty of the Others, at the hands of the archangels. Celeste often frowned, scolded her for lingering on scenes she really didn't need to witness.
Stella held the young women back, perhaps now was not a good moment. Two more guests had joined the mansion (And, Stella wasn't getting a "positive" feeling vibrating from the living room. Any thing but!) She lead them, back more into the hallway.
"I don't know for sure, what's happening...But..." Stella run her hand absentmindedly through her hair. Abby touched her arm, she trusted Stella. She felt the energy too. There were witches, warlocks, angels.....And, now her and Fern.
"Don't worry yourself, Witch-Stella. I can handle whatever happens..." Abby moved closer to Stella. "I won't turn back now. I can't.....I intend on getting what I came for. Angels....Yes, Witch-Stella. You have angels on your grounds. I know how to defend myself and Fern. And, you will protect us too. I know you will!.." Abby touched Stella's cheek. "Your a good herb-witch. Your friend will come home. She is a Supreme, she has a coven to rule. She will give me what I need.." Stella noted a strength to Abby's voice.
Fairies are tough folk at heart, their lives have an order......They are like all supernatural forces. These forces don't break easily, or back away from a need.
Abby placed Stella's hand in her own, pulled her slightly back towards the living room.
"Come! Introduce us. We will see, what we will see!.." Abby took Stella and Fern to the grand glass doors, Abby pushed them open....All eyes shot to them, voices hushed.
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