Mary's voice breaks off, as she sees the woman running towards her - a stranger. A stranger who's glowing.
She could be an angel; she could be a witch. In either case, Mary grabs Dickon's arm, stopping him from going any further, and with her other hand she takes a protective hold of one of the branches of her apple tree.
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Date: 2006-06-14 04:47 am (UTC)Mary's voice breaks off, as she sees the woman running towards her - a stranger. A stranger who's glowing.
She could be an angel; she could be a witch. In either case, Mary grabs Dickon's arm, stopping him from going any further, and with her other hand she takes a protective hold of one of the branches of her apple tree.
"Something," she says, loudly, "is happening."