12-09-2010, 02:26 AM
With the addition of the second blanket, the first blanket slid off of the Witch's shoulders. Puzzled, the Witch shook its head around until the second blanket slid off and onto the floor. Gingerly, it reached one of its clawed hands out and scooped up one of the blankets, awkwardly slipping it over its shoulders again. Once it was secure, the Witch took the second one and laid it out on its lap, drooping back slightly to cover part of its back.
It was cold...really cold. The second blanket helped it out, and a semi-peaceful look, despite the crying, fell over its face.
It had a small, freckled face...a pretty face, even in the heat of the infection. It was small, skinny, like it hadn't eaten in days. It was also rather frightened-looking...of what, it wasn't clear.
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