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| Notes ▼ "I'm done sitting back Leigh. I'm done watching them take whatever they want... Do whatever they want... with no frecking consequences.” Wren’s raised voice ricocheted off the walls of the compact living area as she paced the bare boards like a caged tiger. “If no one has the balls to stand up for them – for us – then I will. I’ll be the damn consequences.” "You're angry..." Leigh replied, as she tried to placate her friend. This was the third conversation of this nature in as many days. Each time Wren had stepped through the door after her nightly prowl she had been agitated. Restless. "Of course I'm angry! You should be angry-” “I am!” Leigh cuts in. Wren tsked through her teeth and threw her hands up in frustration. “Everyone should be angry! We should be rioting in the Goddess damn streets! But no one... no one evens bats an eye anymore. They just turn and walk away… Refusing to get involved… It's happening right in front of their faces, Leigh, and nobody sees a damn thing. It's bullshit! This whole place is full of hypocrites!” “I know. But what can we do?” Leigh asked softly from the table as she crushed rosemary in her pestle. She looked out of the window. The sun was peaking over the thatched roofs of the surrounding houses, bathing the straw is a small golden light that almost looked like it was on fire. “Start a revolution? Burn them in their beds as they sleep.” Leigh chuckled and shook her head. “It’s no wonder you and Baal get on so well, you are both vicious creatures…” She sighed and turned to give her friend her full attention. “What will any of that achieve - other than land us behind bars or at the gallows?” “There would be less rapists and murderers on the streets… How about that for a start?” Wren retorted. “Really? We cut off one head and more rise their heads above the parapet. It's an epidemic.” “Then we exterminate them… All of them. Send a message.” “The human makes a good point.” Baal interrupted. “I am fully on board with extermination. I’ll even dispose of the bodies for you – I haven’t had a good feed in months.” “Goddess damn it Baal, if you don’t stop apparating out of nowhere I am going to put a collar on you!” The demon growled low in his throat. His sharp pin-like teeth bared in a wide grin that would make most people balk and run for cover. “Try it, Witch I dare you.” “You are not helping! Go do something useful!” Leigh snapped, exasperated by her familiar’s constant drive for blood, souls, and general destruction. Baal huffed and threw himself down on the cot in the corner of the room. “Feet! “ yelled Leigh, “Paws! Whatever the Hel you have right now! I don’t want mud on my bed again!” She turned back to Wren, “How exactly are WE going to do that? And what message? That we're no better than them?” “That blood will be met with blood. That they can't outrun Karama?” "Wren..." "Don’t Wren me.” Leigh crossed the room and placed a gentle palm on her friend's face, guiding her gaze up to meet her own. “This is madness… You are talking about the impossible.” “Am I? You know more about phytotoxicology than anyone I know.” Wren’s eyes burnt brightly. “I can count the number of people you know on my left hand… and it only has three fingers.” Wren laughed, “Yeah, but that doesn’t diminish your expertise… Come on! You know more about this stuff than anyone by a country mile. You know which plants are toxic, which ones can be masked, the ones that will mimic natural causes… Never mind where to find them and how to process them without, you know, killing us." “And if we get caught?” Leigh asked. “We won’t.” Leigh shakes her head. “I’m a Witch… people start dying in strange, mysterious circumstances who do you think they are going to turn to.” “Oh please… Willard doesn’t know his arse from his elbow and thinks testicles make him superior. He doesn’t even trust you to steep the elderberries for the winter cold tincture because he refuses to accept your competency – do you honestly think he’d let anyone look our way…” “He wouldn’t be a problem if you would just let me eat him,” snarked Baal. Eyes closed and arm thrown over his face. Wren bent over in laughter, “Goddess Baal, don’t ever change.” “Not a chance in Hel, Human.” “You two are not a good influence on each other,” Leigh sighed, then nodded her head as she considered her best friends proposition. It was true. Her boss was an idiot. It wouldn’t be difficult to run circles around him. “And what about you? Hmm? What’s your role in this master plan?” she asked. “Simple, you teach me how to administer the stuff and I’ll see that it’s delivered to the correct patients.” Wren’s voice rose with excitement. “I haven’t agreed to anything. Stop smiling at my like a maniac. Both of you…” “Come on Leigh… We can do this?” “How would we know who to choose? We can't go around killing random men for the sake of it.” “I beg to differ-” “BAAL, SHUT UP!” The demon huffs again and muttered under his breath. “It’s simple,” Wren began, "We listen, and we watch.” “For what?” “There is a network of disgruntled women out there Leigh. All we have to do is listen to the towns women at the markets. To the secrets whispered in hushed voices behind lace fans. To the gossiping whores and fishwives. We take note of the bruises you heal and bones you reset... repeatedly. It’s a human radio out there – everyone is broadcasting loud and clear if you pay enough attention. And then we send a message.” “If we make it look like accidents and natural causes, how will anyone get the message.” “The women will know. Rumours are quick to start. Especially, in this town. We’d need some type of calling card of course. A signature. Something subtle that doesn’t stand out… at least at not right away…” “What about floriography?” A smile spread across Leigh face as the idea came to her. Wren brow furrowed in confusion. “What the hell is that when it’s at home?” “It’s the language of flowers” Leigh explained. “Each plant has a meaning. The type of flower, the colour, even the number of stems and their arrangement denote a message to the receiver. It’s how secret lovers used to communicate.” “Lovers?” Wren scoffed, “We are not passing sonnets.” “Maybe not, but there are a few plants that have negative connotations.” “Like?” “Well roses symbolise love and are seen as romantic, but a black rose means death and despair, lilies are linked to innocence and peace, unless they are orange which mean hatred.” “What about tansies?” Baal said as he stood from the bed and walked toward the women. “Tansies?” Wren questioned. “They are those yellow fern like plants that grow wild out in the back meadow.” Leigh answered, her eyes fixed on Baal in surprise. “What? I know things… I’m not just a pretty face.” Leigh rolled her eyes and ignored him. The last thing he needed was his ego stroked. If he thought she was impressed he wouldn’t let it go. “They are a declaration of wars,” she said in response. “War? I like the sound of that.” Wren grinned - all teeth. Her cheeks pinched like an overstuffed hamster. “I thought you might” Leigh tried to fight the smile spreading across her face. But she hadn’t seen her friend this excited about something in a long time. “They are deadly in a high enough quantity too, but safe enough to process.” “Even better-” “I can help.” Baal interrupted. His eyes darting between the two women. “Please, let me help.” “Really, how?” Leigh fixed her blue gaze on his face once more. “You are talking about going on a killing spree and I happen to be responsible for thousands of deaths… I could be an asset.” “He has a point.” Wren mused “And, if we do this… we will be painting targets on our backs, ones we will never escape. Having Hell Spawn on our side would be helpful. Especially, with the non-human targets.” “What about the Guild?” Leigh asked, “this goes against their code. You busted your butt to get in. This will get you thrown out… expelled.” “Roux won’t let that happen. And, anyway, if we get caught our necks will be stretched… publicly. The Guild will be the least of my worries. Are you with me or not?” Wren sighed and glanced at her friend, “I... I need you with me on this Leigh. I can't do it without you." "When am I NOT with you, my little psychopath!” Leigh grinned. “Says the necromancer with demons as pets.” “I AM NOT FRECKING PET!” “Of course not.” Leigh tapped his cheek gently and grinned, grabbing the lavender wine from the shelf along with three cups. The women collapsed on to the cushions at the front of the hearth and gestured the demon to join them. Leigh filled the wooden chalices and passed them around. “A toast…” she began. “To death and destruction!” Baal cut in. “To revenge!” Wren shouted. “Aye… to revenge!” Leigh clinked the cups and brought the scented liquor to her lips, savouring the sweet taste. Tonight was about the mead. Tomorrow would mark the start of a new era. Lyrics ▼ |
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