just a little something..or the beginnings of something :)

Elspeth Greenbough paced restlessly back and forth across the room, wearing a permanent path on the wood floor. Siobhan sat quietly in the chair in the corner next to the fireplace. She gritted her teeth as the other woman continued her systematic movements; the pacing was really starting to annoy her, but she knew it was useless to attempt to curb the activity. "Would you lighten up already? He'll be here," she said exasperatedly. Without breaking her routine, Elspeth responded, her eyes continually trained on the homely rug that lay drably on the floor. "He's late! You assured me that his guy was reliable!" Siobhan rolled her eyes heavenward asking for divine patience. "He is only five minutes late; I imagine it must be difficult to sneak away from the village at this time of night, especially with Kalger as the gatekeeper, and him with the ears of a hare." Elspeth's shoulders rose and fell in a small gesture which Siobhan took as grudging acknowledgement of a viable explantation. Silence ensued, punctured every so often by the creakings of the weathered floorboards as Elspeth continued her pacing. After a few minutes, another sound could be heard by those who were listening; the softest sound of crackling leaves heralding an appraoch. Siobhan smirked at his attempt at stealth, for she could tell that he was truly trying. His precautions however were to no avail, for only the deafest o forest inhabitants would know ofhis presence; even thhose who couldn't hear could smell him, so in actuality he was fooling no one. Of course the Coven would know he was here, but hopefully they would attest it to a drunken ramble and remain where they were certainly now hidden around the cottage observing. Filled with sudden striking anxiety, Siobhan crossed her fingers in her lap, fervently hoping that no one would come investigate. Her breath caught in her chest as a board squeaked on the porch, echoing in the silence, suddenly sure they were going to be caught. Both women glared at the door, neither one daring to allow a single breath escape. Just as Siobhan felt she could go not one minute more without air, a soft, low whistle snaked beneath the door, its mournful note reverberating through Siobhan's bones.
The signal!






---enjoy, idk if this will ever be something, but here it is with the potential to be anything :)
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