#their parents were murdered in front of them on fabin's 13th birthday

[reneesbooks]

snippet sunday

uhh not a thing but i'm making it one. post a recent snippet and tag ur morbos I guess @serenanymph @lyssa-ink @oh-no-another-idea @akindofmagictoo <3

working on an intro post for the raedoran cycle. until then here's fabin again and his sister emilia, meeting birdie for the first time.

They look exactly as they always did in her visions. The woman's thick red hair is tied back into a neat bun, an apron tied over her skirt as if she is going to start cooking right there in the field. The young man's black hair is tied in a ponytail at the nape of his neck and his hand is resting on the sword at his hip. Birdie's fingers shake as she laces them in front of herself.

The woman smiles at her, pausing a few feet away from the gate. “Hello.”

“Hello,” Birdie says, proud when her voice doesn't shake. “You're early.”

The man raises an eyebrow. “You were expecting us?”

“I was.” She opens the gate. “Would you like to come inside? I've a kettle on for tea.”

“That sounds lovely,” the woman says. The man doesn't argue, but he eyes Birdie warily as they follow her into the cottage. She sits in her chair at the table and pours the tea.

“My name is Birdie,” she says. “I'm a witch, but I'm guessing that's why you came here in the first place.”

“We're looking for safe passage out of Raedora,” the woman says. Birdie turns her gaze on the man.

“That's not what you want,” she says. He bares his teeth.

“The hell do you know about what I want?” he snarls.

Birdie shrugs. “I dream of you.”

He blinks, his mouth opening and closing with shock. The woman leans forward in her chair. “I had dreams about this place before,” she says. “Was that because of you?”

“No.” Birdie passes each of them a cup of tea. The man doesn't touch it; the woman sips politely. “The moons grant us our dreams.”

“Who the hell are you?” the man demands. His irises are so dark they look black and his eyes pierce through her. Birdie meets that burning gaze, a shiver running down her spine.

“Just Birdie.”