“What?” She instantly jerked standing, grabbing Abigael’s shirt and lifting her up in the air, snarling. “What did you do to her? What happened? TELL ME!” She screamed that rather loudly, and heads turned towards the pair Inside the town hall.
“I-it was a ca-calming potion,” Abigail’s voice quivered.
“I-It 'll wear off! I-in a few h-hours!” She continues.
“…grr.” She let her down and growled, her tail swiping behind her. “Next time this happens you won’t be so Lucky, got it? I’m only letting you off the hook because it was harmless.”
“…” Grea turned around and went back to filling the form.
Everyone in the room starts whispering. About what you do not know.
Abigail picks herself up and puts a piece of paper besides the form.
(The paper shows where to go.)
She runs away, out of the hall.
“…done.” She handed the paper back to the official that gave it to her. “There we go.” She glanced at the people around and just silently took the note, read it and directed herself to the home. she was walking at a slow pace and would end up getting there later than Abigail.
Abigail reaches home, rushes past Annebelle and locks herself in the study room.
Her face shows the whole story, and she was terrified.
She hides her face as she runs through.
“Huh? What is it, miss? What happened?” Annebelle wasn’t taken out of her lethargy, sipping on the glass of milk as she knocked on the door.
“…?” Annebelle knocks more. She puts the glass back on the table after having finished it. “Miss…?”
Grea cleared her throat as she opened the door. G:“I’m here.” A:“Hey. The miss looks sad…” G:"…" Grea didn’t answer and instead went sitting on the couch.
G:"…" A:"…" Grea sighed and raised a hand. G:“Paperwork’s done. We got a small place in the town center to set up market. Cosy, but it’ll do.”
A:"…that’s not what I need to know right now…" She whispered through the door. “Miss? You can tell me…I promise I won’t judge…” G:"…that’s…an actual response. really Strange of you." She shrugged and laid down on the couch, yawning.
Annebelle sat infront of the door. They could soon hear Grea snoring on the couch and mumbling to herself.
Annebelle went other to the bed and gave Abigail’s head a pat. She looked sad and tired, but she didn’t want to leave her alone. “Shh…shh…I’m here…you can calm down…”