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 Winter Thaw, Tag: Belladonna
Ellen Thack
 Posted: Mar 26 2015, 06:00 PM
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Thank God for spring.

Winters were awful- not because they were cold (And they were cold) or because food had to be rationed (Last year’s harvest had given her more than enough to feed herself and her son without complaint.), but because there was always the itching, nagging feeling in her fingers that she should be doing something. Something more productive than sweeping the pristine floors or re-organizing the cupboards, and something more active than sitting about sullenly making quilts out of old clothing and spare bolts. She could take up knitting, perhaps. Wasn’t that what old women were supposed to do? Knit?

This old woman was currently tromping around the newly melted field, shoving stakes into the half-thawed mud and making mental notes about what crops would go where. That was one thing she found she could do during winter- make little chalk drawings on her slate plotting out the best, most efficient set-ups for crop growth (Which her son had (understandably) mistaken as his daily chore list. She’d come back in to find him dutifully piling the planter pots by the fireplace. It was as good a place as any, she decided, and so there they stayed.).

Winter was making a weak attempt at a comeback, nipping feebly at her ears and nosetip as the wind tried to pick itself up again. Ellen paid it no mind. She’d started on her task and there was very little that could dissuade her from it now, though the dark, oncoming clouds looked like they were going to do their damndest to try.

Other than that, the farm was quiet. She hadn’t yet sent Sedar out to round up whatever hands had survived the winter, though a couple new ones had strayed by to ask about work, and the boy (Man, he was well over forty now but he was still her boy.) was out on his own business. So other than Naynay, that cranky excuse for a plough horse whuffling about the field, there was no one else at the Thack farm today.
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Belladonna James
 Posted: Mar 27 2015, 08:41 PM
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She hated feeling old. Belladonna wasn't at the stage of her life where her bones should be aching because the season were changing. She shouldn't have been able to feel the pain in her hip when a storm started to swell across the North Side. Yet she could. This damned curse had done more than any of them had originally planned. She hated that she had taken part in this nonsense. It was all her mother's fault. The woman hadn't even told her that they were going to curse the whole God's damned island.

Belladonna had been using black magic for much of her life. She had been addicted to it since before she was born. But that didn't mean that she was foolish enough to attempt to curse an entire island. Really did they think they were going to get out unscathed? They had all used black magic before. They knew it took a price. How had any of them thought that the magic would think so many people cursed was enough of a price? There was never enough of a price. It would always take more and more until it sapped its users dry. That was how it worked. They all knew that very well.

For now, she had to figure out how to eat. Belladonna had always been the pretty young witch that would do any magic for anyone that asked. And now? During the day she was the creepy old woman that no one really wanted to know what she was doing lurking around them. The normal activities she had done before were now viewed as uncomfortable and strange. It made little sense to her because in her mind she was still young.

She paused for a moment to catch her breath, her hand pressed hard against the ache in her back. She was always aching. Everything hurt in this form, and by the time she was herself again Belladonna was just tired. She wanted nothing more than to sleep. At least she had paused to lean against a post. For the first time Belladonna looked around her, noticing that she had stopped at a farm where another elderly woman was going through her garden. "Hello!" She called. "Nice morning isn't it?"
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Ellen Thack
 Posted: Mar 29 2015, 05:02 PM
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Just because she wasn't expecting visitors didn't mean she wasn't going to get them. Ellen looked up in the direction of the voice- an old woman, older than her at least (Funny, she sometimes forgot there could be such a thing. It was the sort of mentality you got spending the better part of your time surrounded by hardy farmhands who, if they weren't young, were at least younger than her.).

She gave the woman a polite but exaggerated nod to make up for the distance between them, then hefted her stakes and pointed to the sky. It was nice, but not for too much longer.

Tromping over to the stranger, she made a peculiar gesture with her free hand, touching the tips of her fingers to her chest and making a small arcing gesture from the elbow. Her face retained a blank expression, being neither apparently annoyed or pleased with the interruption.

Ellen wasn't trying to be rude. It wasn't that she didn't want to speak to the old grandmother, only that in her experience, sudden bouts of screaming did poor things to a first impression. She could only hope the woman would pick up on the signal, and even if she didn't, if she were here for a reason, Ellen was sure it'd come up.
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Belladonna James
 Posted: Mar 30 2015, 09:57 AM
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Of course it was going to rain. Belladonna really needed to get better at watching the skies. Or at least not daydreaming of a time when she was always in a younger body. That would have helped her in the long run if she was going to at least attempt to say alive in this body. When the other woman lifted her stakes towards the sky, she couldn’t help but let out an angry noise.

Everything was working against her it seemed. She didn’t’ want to be stuck here, she didn’t know anyone in the North side that would let her remain. The rain always did terrible things to her joints. She should know after five years of this ridiculous body.

The woman walked towards her, Belladonna’s brow wrinkled as she started gesturing. It seemed to make little sense to the young woman in an old body. And of course, she was going to tell her that. Conversations had to be with two people, and if the old woman had lost her wits then Belladonna needed to know.

“I’m afraid I’m not following.” Even her voice sounded old. The croaking sound was more liable to be found in a frog or a toad, much less a woman that looked as though she had lived for many years. Belladonna couldn’t wait until the sun set.

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Ellen Thack
 Posted: Mar 31 2015, 10:08 AM
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Ellen sighed, and carefully set her stakes on the ground. When she straightened, she tapped herself twice on the chest, then held up her thumb and fore-finger for a few seconds, before turning them and pointing at the woman. She couldn't be sure they knew how to read, or even any letters for that matter, but it hardly mattered. If they didn’t, she had long since accepted ‘old woman’ as being an applicable moniker.

Meanwhile she was scrutinizing the woman's face and clothing, trying to determine if she knew her from somewhere without success. She didn't look at all familiar, not even in the distant, half-hazy memories of relatives' relatives or friends of friends. Her features did not echo back those of any of her regular farmhands, and her voice was too cracked and croaky to be at all recognizable beyond that.

Ellen didn’t like ‘speaking’ if she didn’t have to. But she was beginning to resign herself to the likelihood.
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