Post by Maura Bracken on Dec 14, 2009 3:10:20 GMT
In Maura's hand was a sack and the sack squirmed and wriggled at the bottom. There were bite marks on her fingers, little blood stains decorating her skin around the bites.
"Hush," Maura whispered to the mice in the bag. There were just three living mice. A few more dead ones. All of them wet from the drowning she had given the underneath the stables. The castle was draughty and her wet and bloody fingers seemed to ache with the chill. She chewed her lip and looked around at a junction. Where did Gaius hide out.
Maura picked one of the pathways and strode on, ducking her head whenever she passed someone, worried they might take offense at her mice.
"Hush," Maura whispered to the mice in the bag. There were just three living mice. A few more dead ones. All of them wet from the drowning she had given the underneath the stables. The castle was draughty and her wet and bloody fingers seemed to ache with the chill. She chewed her lip and looked around at a junction. Where did Gaius hide out.
Maura picked one of the pathways and strode on, ducking her head whenever she passed someone, worried they might take offense at her mice.