The Ghostly Tea-Parties Sightings.

[DruinsBane 240]

Cascading perfumed air lay lace to the area you tread, like a shifting waves it fades then returns with a huff. A sign hanged upon neighbouring branch blows haphazardly in the smooth wind. Its angelic font read “Tea-party at nine.”

 

 

Murmured chatter of two aged women gossip raise to your ear level, their voices aged with time. “So did ya’ ‘ere about the gypsy tea-parties appearing out of nowhere?”

 

“Tea-parties?” The aged women asked with a cocked brow.

 

 

 

“Yeah they appear on the roads or anywhere, no rhyme or reason why tho. And all who join in have a run of bad-luck at best.”

 

“Oh! I heard about that! I ‘eard that people have been going missing cause of it.” The women running her aged fingers to her wrinkled lips letting out a giggle. Both the women join in unison in short winded laughter.

 

Tilting there heads back towards you. “Don’t accepted tea-parties from strangers.” They giggle and turn their long slivering dresses going back to their homes for it is almost gips of moon.

[E__V__O 2000]

Watching the distant people from the moonlight glistening upon and through the mountain tops he smiles for a moment. 

His body shifts before calling a small brown rabbit to his side, it follows with a blistend tone holding nothing but a cracked tea-cup in it's paws.

 

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.