Voice Post

[headologist]

[Granny's voice sounds much fainter and older than her usual assertive timbre and the words don't sound as though they're meant for anyone but herself.]

Right. One foot in front of the other. Ain't nothing.

[ooc: Granny won't be terribly talkative. She's making her slow and unsteady way from the forest toward Saya's warehouse. Eventually Neville will be around to help her. All other posts will be addressed as she sees fit. (Hey, she doesn't tell me everything.)]

Comments

Action!Comment

[snake-slayer.livejournal.com]

[walking through the woods on his way to Granny's cottage, clutching a messanger bag with a few gardening tools in it, his hand on his wand, always rather nervous about going into the forest alone. His footsteps are heard stepping on fallen twigs and the autumn leaves scattered over the forest floor, and he's wrapped up in a thick coat and red-and-gold scarf against the chill]

Action!Comment

[the-headologist.livejournal.com]

[has stopped to lean heavily against a tree when the crackle, crunch, snap of someone walking through the forest who doesn't have any real practice at it reaches her ears]

Right.

[pushes herself up as though she is helping to keep the tree from falling over rather than vice versa and looks around until she spots the not-a-forest-creature shape of Neville and calls out not nearly as loudly as she'd prefer]

You there.

Action!Comment

[snake-slayer.livejournal.com]

[pauses, frowning slightly, turning and looking through the trees to spot the black-clad figure of Granny Weatherwax. Brightens, starts heading for her, but as he gets closer, realizes something's not quite right; didn't she always seem taller than this?]

..Mistress Weatherwax? Are....[hesitates, wary of asking this, but forges ahead]..are you all right?

Action!Comment

[the-headologist.livejournal.com]

[forces her eyes to stay open with a visible effort of will]

Iron.

Action!Comment

[snake-slayer.livejournal.com]

... [blankly] Iron..

[frowns, figuring it best not to question or argue, reaching a hand in to fish around in his messanger bag, taking out a small hand-trowel, holding it out] What, like this?

Action!Comment

[the-headologist.livejournal.com]

Noooo...

[reaches out to grab his arm]

Not enough. Or good enough.

Action!Comment

[snake-slayer.livejournal.com]

[startled look as his arm is grabbed, inches closer]

..What is it, then? I don't...Where were you headed?

Action!Comment

[the-headologist.livejournal.com]

[inching closer, the bite on her throat may come visible and Granny's dreadful pallor, her words are forced out on will alone]

The City. Iron.

Re: Action!Comment

[snake-slayer.livejournal.com]

[eyes grow very wide at seeing the bite, looking back at Granny in mute horror for a moment or two...finally, he swallows, giving her a nod, sliding his bag from his shoulder and kneeling down]

The City..Right...look, I...if you'd put...[frowns, struggling with his words for a moment, before coming to an idea, and his brow furrows in uncertainty]

....I'm sorry, Mistress...It's just the sight of..that, it makes me dizzy...If I could just...sort of lean against you, we can get to the City faster.

Action!Comment

[the-headologist.livejournal.com]

[looks askance at him for half a second, possibly searching his face for sign of a boil, then nods slightly]

Right. I'll help.

Action!Comment

[snake-slayer.livejournal.com]

[very nearly looks ready to collapse from relief, gives a strained smile, reaching out to put her arm around his shoulders]

Thank you, Mistress..

Re: Action!Comment

[the-headologist.livejournal.com]

Hn.

[leans heavily on him and turns her face determinedly toward the City again]


[ooc: They can wander into Saya's post at whatever point. Saya-mun's out for a bit at the moment.]

Action!Comment

[snake-slayer.livejournal.com]

[looks ahead, holding onto Granny's arm, heading for the City at a slow but steady pace]

[ooc: Sweet! ^^ Works for me]

Action!Comment

[the-headologist.livejournal.com]

[leans leads him at a slow pace, sometimes stumbling, occasionally glancing longingly toward his neck, and eventually leads them, accidentally or intentionally, toward a large concentration of iron in warehouse form (http://repairedbywebs.livejournal.com/7039.html)]