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week 0; saturday

[undread]

[laudna can be found a little later at the haunted house, a ballgown-looking dress spread out on one of the beds as she starts to examine it for rips and wrinkles. also, there's a leech still stuck on her neck and arm and she doesn't seem to have noticed.]

Tch, tch, tch. A little grimy, isn't it?

[allomantic]

[she's changed by now into a fancy white gown that's seen better days - it's a little bit torn and very bloodied. matchies.]

It is what it is.

[she's glancing at the leech, but doesn't point it out yet.]

[undread]

[matchies!!! she'll hold her little dress up, which does have blood in a few places.]

Oh, dear. If only I had a needle and thread. I'd patch both of us up. It's a lovely dress on you, only needs a few little touches here and there.

[allomantic]

...Thank you.

[a little awkward at the compliment, so she moves past it quickly enough.]

You're a seamstress?

[undread]

Only unofficially. I do my own sewing. And I like making crafts and dolls, too. Bit of a hobby, you know.

[allomantic]

Children's toys? Why?

[a little baffled, but she sounds honestly curious rather than rude, at least.]

[undread]

...There's nothing wrong with children's toys. I like children. Besides, dolls keep you company, but they never hurt your feelings or throw rocks at you, so they're easy to talk to.

[allomantic]

Do... other people typically throw rocks at you?

[undread]

Oh, the rocks are usually harmless. Just children playing games. But I would prefer if they didn't.

[allomantic]

It sounds unpleasant.

[...]

What else did you receive?

[undread]

Ah! One of my little creations, actually.

[she will pull out. a dead rat with a bird skull sewed onto his head and little skeletal bird wings with a bright red ribbon around his neck.]

His name is Pâté de Rolo. He's a little gentleman from a very fine family.

[allomantic]

[looking at it like ????, but maybe not as disturbed as would be expected.]

How did you keep it from rotting...?

[undread]

Well. He's preserved a little with magic, but I'm afraid some pieces of him have rotted off. Poor Pâté.

[she starts moving the little rat around and then does an exaggerated cockney voice for him, barely moving her lips.]

My balls fell off!

Pâté! She doesn't want to hear about things like that.

[allomantic]

[this might as well happen. there's a moment where she's startled, but she tries not to let it show.]

...A friend of yours, then?

[undread]

Yes. My dear little familiar.

[she pats him on his little bird skull head.]

[allomantic]

[reaching for the normal parts of this conversation, and so:]

How long have you had him?

[undread]

Years and years. But he's only been alive for a few weeks, now.

[the little rat thing will flutter his bone wing and start to lift off and fly! he does seem to be animated.]

[allomantic]

[oh, she immediately looks actually curious as opposed to asking questions just to make this interaction less awkward.]

How is that accomplished?

[undread]

Just a little bit of magic. Bringing inanimate things to life is one of my little specialties.

[allomantic]

You have access to your magic here?

[undread]

...No. But I created Pâté a while ago, and the spell doesn't really wear off... unless he's destroyed and I have to make him all over again!

[allomantic]

I see.

[maybe a little disappointed, but she hides it well enough.]

Is he destroyed often...?

[undread]

Well, he's a little bit fragile and can get in some scrapes.

[allomantic]

Do you use him during combat somehow...?

[undread]

More sneaking around, scouting ahead, that sort of thing. It can be a bit dangerous.