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thejunipertreeLast night, the Baron came to me again. I was walking down the same path, past the cemetary. One eye on the sidewalk in front of me, one eye on the graves to my left (I still don't entirely trust them, you know).
I heard his footsteps behind me, but didn't turn to look. Instead, I waited for him to make his presence known. Which he did, by clearing his throat quite loudly and theatrically.
Smiling, I turned my face to him. "Baron," I said. "It's been some time since you walked with me."
He frowned a bit, which put my mind at unease. It's not often to see his shining face in such a disarray. "Girl," he began gently. "Put your scrying mirror back up on the wall. I can't see you when you sleep and it makes the Gede nervous."
I reached down and pulled a button from my coat, then set it in his hand. It lay there black, round, and shiny. Like a weasel's eye. He looked at it, then leaned down and kissed my forehead. Then he tipped the brim of his tophat with two long fingers.
"You are a good girl, chere."
I heard his footsteps behind me, but didn't turn to look. Instead, I waited for him to make his presence known. Which he did, by clearing his throat quite loudly and theatrically.
Smiling, I turned my face to him. "Baron," I said. "It's been some time since you walked with me."
He frowned a bit, which put my mind at unease. It's not often to see his shining face in such a disarray. "Girl," he began gently. "Put your scrying mirror back up on the wall. I can't see you when you sleep and it makes the Gede nervous."
I reached down and pulled a button from my coat, then set it in his hand. It lay there black, round, and shiny. Like a weasel's eye. He looked at it, then leaned down and kissed my forehead. Then he tipped the brim of his tophat with two long fingers.
"You are a good girl, chere."