Her laughter is bright as light flashing from a cold blade, and silvery as ice-covered branches scraping against each other in a wind.
"A pretty pet it is that you will make, now -- why, and I shall even take you back to the palace beyond, where no one will find you. Not even your Raven will dare return there, not after what happened before, goodness no."
She reaches into a pocket, pulling out a twist of smoky-looking wire that expands into an oddly shining net.
"In time enough, you may even learn to sing for my amusement."
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Date: 2006-06-12 03:37 am (UTC)"A pretty pet it is that you will make, now -- why, and I shall even take you back to the palace beyond, where no one will find you. Not even your Raven will dare return there, not after what happened before, goodness no."
She reaches into a pocket, pulling out a twist of smoky-looking wire that expands into an oddly shining net.
"In time enough, you may even learn to sing for my amusement."