"The reflection of her here, and then there,
Is another shadow, another evasion,
If she is everywhere,
She is nowhere, to him.
But this she has made."
November 23rd, 2006
"...So like, he's hot, and he listens to me, which is really nice." Whim said, trying to find some way to both eat the sweet kebab and yet not ruin its beautiful, arranged perfection. This was proving to be a little beyond the mage. "But he can be such an idiot some times."
"What did he do?" Heather asked, paying about half an ear's worth of attention to Whim's troubles with Jayce. She was presently paying full attention to a plate of jambalaya.
"We had our anniversary a few weeks ago." Whim said. She bit off a piece of the kebab and made it disappear into that peculiar alternate dimension where it would never, ever show on her figure. This was one of those things that was annoying about Whim. "And he took me to see... Borat."
"I...feel your pain." Heather said, wincing. That was bad.
It had been a fortuitous meeting, but it wasn't the first time that the necromancer and the fetch had met. Heather had, since meeting Erin, taken to spending most of her lunch breaks at the Cat's Cradle, alternately eating Erin out of house and home and bugging her for more information about the supernatural. Heather was a very stubborn young woman.
Whim had come by today because, you see, she had a plan, and she needed Erin's advice and help. The plan involved cakes, but the necromancer was still trying to come up with the best way of explaining this to the moth.