It wasn't just the presence of Celine Atticus that had Fay ready to disappear into thin air, it was everything else her presence brought. How it had suddenly gone from scorching sun, to whirlwind evening in a matter of seconds. How the birds that usually danced around the sky, chirping in unison were all still. How the whooshing water slowed into random droplets.
She was dressed in all red, down to her lipstick. A glove made of the finest leather, covered her hands. Standing like a tall, ancient oak tree, she narrowed her gaze to Fay.
"You're finally home. I've been waiting for you for quite a while," she said, her tone completely reeked of boredom.
"So–sorry for–kee–keeping you wai-ting," she stuttered.
"Erhmm, it's no problem," she waved a dismissive hand. "You're here now. Come, let's go in." She stretched out a gloved hand.
