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Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw something flare up. Stumbling backwards from her place on the floor, she watched in horror as the will o’ the wisp turned into a bonfire, bringing a burning sensation to her skin. She drew back towards the door, inching further and further away from the burning otherworldly spirit. She watched the ground close to the glowing figure closely - hoping that it wouldn’t burn down the entire structure.
‘The closest water supply would be the customer’s rooms. Nymphs and dryads are mostly on the left side of the second floor - and their rooms are always wet after all. There should be an empty one around that area somewhere… we could probably find one in a few minutes… but by that point - ’ Shaking her head to get the negative mental images of the Brittle house burned out of her head - it was her home, after all, she took a deep gulp of the air to maintain her calm. She stood up, back placed firmly on the door, and shuddered in a mix of fear and annoyance. The glowing figure made its way towards the vampire and stood before her. “Do. Not. Blame. Her. she hissed, venom dripping from her words.
‘So - is this what she intended to do? Strange. I didn’t realize that these new orphans-turned-spirits would have such strong ties with each other. I certainly didn’t when I arrived here.’ Rie sighed - this venom was obviously pointed towards her previous actions. Falling back to what always had kept her alive through the years as a waitress, she put on her so-called waitress mask. She slowly stepped forward from her spot on the door to as close to the will o’ the wisp as she possibly could.
But before she got there, she heard something. “Thank you Mazu, you are so kind to stick up to me,” said the vampire - the cause of the flaring bonfire of a will o’ the wisp, was she not? Rie snapped her own eyes open to see what was going on - to see something that upset her confidence. The vampire placed one hand, ‘she’s completely calm! No trembling at all!’ on the fiery thing, Rie recoiled again. All she could feel were the flames licking up her skin, bringing with them heat and pain… Her pulse raced as her body tensed up to run away, and her palms became cold. Clenching her hands into fists, she was shocked by the vampire giggling softly to herself.
Was burning so enjoyable?
Clenching her blue eyes shut, she stumbled backwards again. At a point, halfway between the door and the two ex-orphans, she brought herself back up a poised, upright position, eyes still closed. ‘Just ignore it. It won’t burn you. Ignore it. Think of something else… like the face of the dryad, that I covered in dust’ Thoughts composed for the time being, she turned back to what she was going to do. Lashing her tail softly, she gave a slight smile. “Do not blame the vampire?” she gave a small chuckle, before shuddering inwardly. “Who said that I was blaming her? I don’t recall saying the words, I blame her.If you want me, I could, you see, will o’ the wisp. But, of course - you do jump to conclusions. I wouldn’t want you to have any bad ideas,” she continued with her waitress mask in place. Heaving a sigh, and closing her eyes, she continued with a smile. Hopefully, if her eyes remained closed, she could imagine that the flames weren’t, in reality, there. “Now. Here, in the Brittle House - for myself, at the least, the remedy for everything is spirits with honey. Any of you feel up for this?” It was always foolhardy to miss a chance for a prank - they were just spirits anyways. Her mouth widened into a smile, as she pictured what they would look like with these new additions to their skin and visage...