"𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐬, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬."
Cara Pritchard, a fun-loving and free-wheeling girl who has always been the black sheep of her family. Her older brother can whistle with c...
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"SO THIS IS SUNNY BAUDELAIRE AND CARA PRITCHARD."
Trembling wasn't the word. Shivering from the cold but with a little bit of fear added into the mix seemed like a more appropriate description for what Cara Pritchard and Sunny Baudelaire were doing, huddled together by the side of Count Olaf's car and on the other end of the cane that belonged to the man with a beard but no hair who was pointing at them eerily.
The two of them didn't shy away from any gaze upon them, but instead stood strongly and stared right back at the piercing gaze of the elderly people who Cara couldn't decide if they were a couple or siblings.
Either way, they were relentless in their tactics to scare the people surrounding them. Criticism, narrowed eyes, long overcoats and round coloured glasses, all of it contributing to the aura of menace that they had brought up the mountain with them. Even they, who looked as cold as stone anyway, had coats on whilst Cara remained freezing as the heavy wind from the top of the mountain nipped at the thin material on her and diffused through onto her skin which prickled and tingled with every wintry air that passed her.
Everybody had surrounded them at once when they had first been noticed by the man with a beard but no hair and the woman with hair but no beard, now they were trapped against the vehicle with nowhere to run to.
But Cara simply held Sunny close to her, securing her safely as the multiple adults around them peered down scarily because they all seemed to be giants apart from the two white-faced women that had their eyebrows raised constantly at the two of them, their lips painted a matte red whereas Cara's were naturally discoloured to a slightly blue shade.
"I threw the baby's siblings off a mountain and now I'm keeping them as my servants." Olaf explained to his mentors quickly, a large smirk on his face as he stared at them both. Cara, who had done no labour the entire time she had been on the mountain, raised an eyebrow in disagreement but nobody else questioned Count Olaf's claim. "Look who's not a total disappointment after all."
A scoff came from the younger girl as she watched Olaf excitedly point to himself whilst the elderly man and woman further along in the circle glanced at him from the sides of their eyes, a look almost as poisonous as the ones that Cara give him.
Count Olaf was too wrapped up in seeking approval to even notice Cara's expression or rebut to her like he usually did, instead he lowered his hands with a grimace when he saw how his mentors were staring at him. Like he was an underpaid clown at a carnival.
"An infant servant. I had one of those myself before the schism." The woman with hair but no beard drawled, looking at Sunny and Cara as though they were a meal about to be cooked over a fire that didn't exist upon the mountain that they were on. The tone of her voice couldn't be deciphered as either impressed nor unimpressed, simply monotonous.
