| Why Not Milk? |
| Summary: | Sometimes being a 'seer' can be a real pain in the ass. |
| Date: | 1943-04-08 |
| Related: | NA. |
| Players: |
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Ellis Residence, Higsby
Sun Apr 08, 1943
To enter this cozy home is to step a well-loved space. Having never been married and with no children of her own to raise, Ms. Josephine Ellis poured all of her affection into her living space. The level of fastidiousness is not intimidating in the manner of a strict cleaning regime, but rather the sheer care taken to make sure all of the rooms are tidy, decorations tastefully placed, and with no shortage of comforts for the many visitors that have come through. Even in her advanced years, somehow the former teacher manages to keep up. These days she has help.
The layout of this minimal Tudor cottage, built sometime in the early 1900's, is simple and charming. Two storeys: the downstairs with its kitchen and pantry, den, bathroom and one moderately-sized bedroom. Ascending a narrow staircase, one shall find another bedroom, a smaller spare room and closet space. An opening in the ceiling, reachable by ladder, leads to a small attic.
While not luxuriant, the decor and accents in the home range from antiques such as lamps to china and stoneware. Handmade throw blankets are readily available and curtains soften the many windows. The scent is what one would expect of a house such as this: the mellow wood of the home's 'old bones', some manner of baking, fruit, and the barest hint of a subtle floral perfume.
Weather:
It is spring. The weather is warm and clear.
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When there is a job afoot, with goals placed and payment/reputation to be bolstered, it's amazing how time passes. Just a week and a bit ago, not long after their meeting at the Gallows, Lillie had Wolf by the Ellis property to have a look at the rooms to be re-painted and at some of the other little details needing 'refreshing'. All for the cause to 'wake this house' up a bit, to prepare it for what will hopefully be a fruitful new life. So the plan was made, the colors chosen, supplies bought…. and work began in earnest. Throughout it all, on the days where Jesse had been unavailable to help Wolf — which have been all of them thus far, due to the Walker having obligations — .. Lillie had done her best to help Wolf out.
The Irish Empath is no handywoman, though; not where paint and joinery and such fiddly details are observed. The only paint she is skilled with is watercolor.. or is getting skilled at. Therefore Lillie was the supplier of endless coffee, of lunches, and of money to have on had anything that was necessary to make this task easier.
Which brings us to the here and now. The bathroom awaits re-painting, having been denuded of it's outdated, fussy wallpaper (now Lillie could help with that); there, too, is the downstairs bedroom that is perhaps being masked in preparation for the afternoon of painting. It is, at this moment, late morning.. roundabouts 11 'o'clock. The spring sun has awoken with a flourish, setting the window panes to glowing… with that comes the promise of warmth; of a beautiful day. It all does well to cheer up the Ellis home, filling it with beauty despite the mess of renovations.
Lillie works in the kitchen, coaxing the final drops of coffee out of a press. Strains of some manner of jazzy 30's music can be heard from the radio in the den; she is trying to come up with some sort of snack to provide with the coffee. Curse the sugar rations..
Wolf yawns as she finishes masking the ceiling. Being as tall as most men is handy sometimes, and this is certainly one of those times. Bathrooms are awkward places for ladders. Being able to work from a stepstool is a godsend. Wolf does pause to look out the window, shading her eyes a moment, and squinting into the brightness. She looks at the hole in the floor where the toilet was (stuffed with a wet sock too holey to repair so we don't get to smell the septic system), then at the holes where the high-tank from the ancient toilet mounts. She pauses to mix up some plaster and fill them in. We may put that toilet back in, if we can't find something more modern, but plaster has to dry before painting. Best it start now.
In short, Wolf's job is not exciting, but it pays the bills, and between it and her investments she's accumulating enough cash for her secret plan. Which is secret only because she hasn't told anyone about it yet.
<FS3> Lillie rolls Empath: Good Success.
<FS3> Lillie rolls Mind: Success.
Unless called, Lillie is not one to hover. In coming to know her better, Wolf will have hopefully come to see her as an approachable, contented young woman who really doesn't complicate matters much. Anything Wolf asked for or needed, be it work-wise or personally, Lillie will have provided from a cache of funds that betrays her young age. Even her hairstyle is simple, devoid of the Victory rolls and intensive fingerwaves and left to be swooped up and back from her face like a haphazard, fiery reddish-brown crown. A well-worn housedress whose pattern has been washed out due to many many washings and lots of abuse in gardens and attics, proves to be Lillie's 'uniform' for work in Josie's former property.
Something can be heard simmering as Lillie eventually decides what is to be done, and as Wolf masked, Lillie peeled some apples. Her rationed weekly supply of a piddly 8 ounces of sugar is being sunk into a good cause. Simmering water can be heard then; the soft, spicy smell of something being added (cinnamon is in there) … it takes all of fifteen minutes for the entirety of what she is making to be put together and slid into the preheated oven.
As Wolf spreads plaster, Lillie decides to check in on her.. she prepares herself, now, to field what her 'sense' always does when in proximity to one such as a face-shifter: she braces herself. It's not like Lillie can ask Wolf about this, as she risks outing her own difficult secret… but all of Lillie's 'unorthodox' senses are pointing toward a distinct oddity in the woman that she hired. She takes a deep breath through her nose, and knocks on the doorjamb with an earnest smile. "Hallo Wolf, can I bring you anything?" She asks, like the waitress she once was.
Wolf looks up at Lillie, her "Focused on plastering" squint not exactly ladylike, but it fades quickly. Her hair, by contrast, is in victory curls, since cutting her hair is sort of pointless… it just comes back the next time she shifts faces. An up doo, then, is the most practical for her and hey, it's a fashionable one.
"Hello Lilly." She considers her plastering a moment. "That's going to need to set a bit, and I need to finish masking the ceiling…" she gestures toward the roll of new-fangled masking tape over on the sink, "…but we're coming along. I should be able to get the first coat on before lunch, and the second coat on before I go home. Between those I suppose I'll finish touching up the sitting room."
She smiles, inhaling the scent of Lillie, perhaps, but mostly of whatever Lillie's cooking in the other room. She gets down off the stool and arches her back to stretch for a few moments. Those inclined to notice such things might…notice. Her coveralls are a little snug on this face. For once, it wasn't intentional.
Wolf considers, while she stretches. "Not sure I need anything, but if whatever's cooking in there needs eating, I'd be more than happy to help." Wolf eats a lot. To do what her body does and hold it takes energy.
<FS3> Lillie rolls Clairvoyant: Success.
(OOC: The following results have been consented to and advised by Wolf-player.)
Well, the Empath would be the first to admit that 'Raphael' wears the victory curls well. They suit her, pulled up high like that.. there's just such a capable Rosie the Riveter air to her! She feels a bit badly to have interrupted but being a rather knowing of timing, that which she set to bake will be done in just under a half hour. Lillie watches and waits, leaning in the doorway, mindful of any paint and/or tools. As Wolf looks upon the plastering, so too does Lillie with a slight expression of wonderment. "Oh, but I could watch this manner of work take shape all day if I could.. but then I would be but a useless lump." She sighs then, looks amused. "It was always beyond me, that which you are doing. Knowing what to mix, to use, to get to the end product of a fine space. I am not at all handy." She admits easily as she rubs her forearm, winces as dried flour and water pulls at the very fine hair on said forearm.
"You are doing fine. Take all the time you need, for I am here all day." She insists, turning from the plaster and seeing something—-
There's a small window in that bathroom, and the sun filtering through it catches one side of Wolf's face. If only Lillie could chalk what she sees next up to a trick of the light…
The present Raphael face flits like an overlay over someone else… another face, his eyes closed. Aquiline features and a long nose.. it's the Dorian face, visible briefly—-a man's face..?! It takes a heartbeat or two, a second.. it's gone. Lillie sways ever-so-slightly and touches her forehead. Her big green eyes haven't left Wolf's face, and the vision is over as quickly as it set upon her. "I have prepared an apple crumble, and I insist that you enjoy as much as you desire, with coffee." Lillie says without a beat, her heart throbbing. She looks tired for some reason.
<FS3> Wolf rolls Alertness: Success.
Wolf takes a step closer, half-expecting Lillie to faint, her face going from casual/bored to concerned in a pretty quick amount of time. "What's wrong?" The apple crumble is forgotten for the moment. So is the fact that her hands are a little plaster-y.
<FS3> Lillie rolls Presence: Failure.
The clairvoyance eases away, trembling and quaking in the farthest reaches of her mind like a ghoul.. but the empathy is a constant. It comes to her very much like the signals in the old radio in the den. Lillie, poor Lillie, can never truly find peace. All she can do is cope. But between the bombardment of individual personalities — plural — and now a hint of something else dwelling beneath the surface…. it's hard to recompose after that. Is she just the tiniest bit pale? While not quite successfully regaining her graceful poise, as her slight body slumps a tiny bit in the door, Lillie looks up at Wolf a bit shyly.
"Forgive me, it's the adjustment to the warmth coming with the spring… mayhaps I need to be drinking more water. I'm given to the occasional spell of weariness. It's been a busy time." Lillie says with an inward sigh.. this is not helping the ridiculous rumor that Bernice had spread about her awhile back as being feeble.
The one saving grace is that she is immensely open-minded… but what, exactly, did she SEE there?
Wolf slips her arm around Lille's waist. "Come on. Let's get you to the kitchen and sit down." Dehydrated? Looking at her Raphael face? Seems unlikely to Wolf, but who knows? Bodies are complicated. But Wolf does wonder what Lillie saw, and how she saw it. Wolf scratches one cheekbone with her free hand, to make sure the Raphael face is still in place. She hasn't had an accidental shift since the very early days, but it's almost like Lillie got a look at Bern's bare face. Which would be a problem.
<FS3> Lillie rolls Clairvoyant: Success.
The young woman does not know Wolf well enough — trust her enough — to disclose to her that she has… 'visions'. Yes, that's it. But how can she hope to breech the subject of having seen another face beneath that which she…. what is Wolf, anyway? Lillie has known of her own strange talents for so very, very long. She knows of monsters, loves monsters; she… she can never be one to judge or push away or…
Then Wolf touches her. Another flash. Another face.. sleeping. Smooth and dark and female. Gone just as quickly as the first, once again unseen and hidden behind Raphael's comely visage. Lillie breathes deep, "Come, to the kitchen.. let's sit. I do believe I need some coffee rather desperately."
… it's evident: Lillie saw. But what? How much?
Wolf sees that second reaction when she touches Lillie, the sudden widening of the eyes, sudden stiffness of her body. Something is up, that's for sure. She doesn't comment as she helps the empath to the kitchen, emotions warring within her…fear, self-loathing, but also the urgent desire to maintain the facade, to be compassionate, even when her first instinct is to walk away. Lillie is seeing something beyond just eyesight. That much is certain. But what indeed? Wolf's trying hard not to overreact.
When Lillie is safely ensconced in a chair, Wolf gets into the fridge to get her something to drink. It could, she forces herself to believe, just be paint fumes. Right? Hopefully?
Oh God, it doesn't get easier. But perhaps this is to Wolf's benefit, too, because the empathy — amidst the multiple signals, how could Lillie have been so blind — feeds the young woman all that Wolf wars with. Fear, self-loathing and an acute degree of intent. Intent to what? Oh, what a mix.. no wonder Lillie needs to sit. All she needs now is to have a bloody retrocognition fit and that'll be the ribbon on top of the whole thing.
Please God, not that.
Into the sunny kitchen they stride; Lillie is slight and easy to move, sunlight glancing across and over her hair as they enter the wide, sunny space… brimming with the smell of cinnamon, sugar (blessed, sweet, rare sugar) and apples. Lillie's lashes flutter once as she lowers herself to sit, and she holds a hand up. "Please, Miss Wolf, do not fret over me. I can see that you are troubled, worried." No matter how hard she tries to hide it. If Lillie is not careful she will perhaps see this woman leave here for good, troubled, and that will be one more person out there, thinking her dangerous. There aren't many of them.. but the very few of them count. Lillie's eyes follow the buxom woman as she pulls open the fridge.
"There are things about me, things that few know… I can count on a hand how many people know of this. You might think me mad." Nope.. not paint fumes. "And I know that you are not foolish enough to believe me, were I to feed you lies." Because Wolf, used to hiding herself from others, must surely know when others are lying to her. Lillie's lovely, strange gaze maintains itself upon her.
Wolf looks over from the little fridge, a bottle of milk in her hand, and closes her eyes a moment. Her mind cools, and tactical thinking starts to take over. If Lillie is a witch, then both of them are at each other's mercy, or lack thereof. Spells (usually) take time, and witches with more brains than a house plant usually don't just come after you in the same room, by accident. Possible… and it's a possibility Wolf can't help but entertain. But there are other, stranger things. Wolf knows enough to know that there are, and many of them are far stranger, and sometimes far more benign. "Do tell," she says simply. She gets a glass. Two, in fact. Hell, it works with whiskey, sitting down over a glass. Why not milk?
A slow smile then, but it's a sad one. She looks between the glasses, perhaps cluing into what could have been better in this case. "There's brandy here too, if you'd prefer." She offers softly. Were Lillie a witch or something marked as a certain threat to Wolf, there's little to no doubt that she could be dispatched easily. Lillie would be no match for Wolf in a throw down, and she sits there at the table with her hands resting demurely in her lap.. perhaps anxiously. Lillie is inwardly trembling at the notion of Wolf — WOLF — turning tail and running, calling the padded wagon to come pick her up. Her eyes are dark with worry, fringed by long lashes, lips pressed into a sad little moue.
Unless she is a witch of the highest caste, capable of willing spells with but a thought, Lillie sits there and looks vulnerable. Concerned. She takes a deep breath.
"I see things. Visions. I cannot control when I see them, for how long.. nor can IK even hope to tell you why, for I was born with it. As was my grandmother before me." She leans back then, head tilting.. she has not touched the milk yet. "I cannot call it magic or an incantation or the like… t'is all up here." She points to her temple, brow furrowed. "And I saw something in that room. I beg you, stick with me and let me explain."
Wolf takes her glass and looks in it, then back at Lillie. "It might be unwise for us to take liquor together just yet." She sips her milk. "I've heard of such things. Seers. I suppose I've never met one in person that I know of. Tell me what you see."
Blink.. and just like that…
Lillie's eyes round themselves in her face and she stares outright at Wolf, looks down into her lap. "You are the third person in this town whom I've spoke of.. about this…" Said in a whisper, she looks simultaneously relieved and nervous. She isn't quite ready to sip milk, yet, with her stomach roiling with her own emotion and Wolf's. "Typically visions of the past… certain areas reveal to me a revisiting of something that happened at one time or another. Typically recurring, especially in places where there had been… high trauma…"
She looks up to make sure Wolf is still with her, not yet fleeing or getting ready to clock her one. Maybe after she discloses what she saw…
"I… can sometimes surmise things that are beyond the scope of human understanding. Special, unique things… typically chalked up to the unknown, the unnatural. I saw you there, in the light, and for but a heartbeat I could have sworn that I saw some other features in your face. D-distinct faces… all at rest. Beyond how you appear to me now. One was a man, the other… a woman. An African American woman." Lillie blushes and looks down. "I promise, I am not mad… if I could be freed of this curse, I would be in a heartbeat."
Wolf inhales slowly, watching Lillie as she talks. "I see. So to speak." She takes another sip of her milk, and snorts softly. Well, at least Lillie isn't a witch. That much seems certain. She's still guarded, gesturing with her milk glass occasionally to keep it occupying Lillie's vision. She's not going for her gun…yet… but it's good to establish the pattern early. Of course with a seer… slight of hand may be largely wasted.
"As it happens, your curse…has allowed you to see parts of mine. I did not know that was possible. There are many stranger things in this world than we've been led to believe, as you've said. Most are dangerous. Is there anything else you do, besides see?"
<FS3> Lillie rolls Presence: Success.
Somehow it feels kinda.. nice, though, to reveal a larger part of her 'affliction' to another. Big green eyes — not even a typical mossy hue of green but starkly vivid — peer up slowly to hold Wolf's gaze, if she will allow it. If not, the Irish girl simply watches her face. "I assure you that I am harmless, miss.. save for what happens in the landscape of my head." Her lips twitch and curve into a soft smile, heart in those eyes.. still so sad but yet earnest. "I possess nothing, physically, that can be of harm.. of anyone, truly. It has been more trouble than it's worth for myself and for those who have had to deal with my… spells. My lapses." So others have?
Lillie has only deigned to clue a select few in on the truth, however.
But regarding the final 'piece' of her abilities… the one that scares her the most, shames her, that she would love to see gone for GOOD… Lillie lies smoothly, betraying nothing with a breath or even a quick blink. "Nothing more." Said smoothly, and she takes a deep swig of her milk. "I have managed well thus far, I just regret that I ended up hitting you with this now. IF you wish to terminate our contract here, lest you be… unnerved deeply, or discomforted.. I shall understand wholly and pay you what I owe you."
But the question is in her face… she watches Wolf. "What are you? How are you so open to the strangeness of which I just spoke?"
<FS3> Wolf rolls Acting: Success.
Wolf shrugs, trying to appear casual about the whole thing. She's wary, of course. She's almost never open about her curse(s), and the full extent of things is known to only a very select few, and only two of those really voluntarily. And even then, one of those two she'll kill on sight. "I'm complicated," she says simply. "If you see any of those faces wandering around town, I'd be much obliged if you didn't call attention to them. Tell me about the man you saw." Wolf's certainly not about to expose any identities Lillie didn't see. But it would be good to know which ones she saw. Dori, for certain.
There's something in Lillie's look that speaks of a promise. There was the look of promise that Wolf had seen in her employer's face, yet with the fringes of not 'knowing' the full scope of the 'curse'… but then there's Lillie. She knows, not precisely what Wolf is or what happened to her but just of that layer of a world beyond what they know. Long story short Lillie is open-minded and 'aware' and she sets her hands onto the table, palms up.. not seeking for Wolf to touch or engage her but it's a universally supplicating gesture. No weapons, nothing hidden… body language is huge.
"I promise you, from the very bottom of my heart, not to speak of this to anyone. For I am good at keeping secrets, Miss Wolf… I am not about to spout off those of others." She whispers.
"There is a reason, beyond love and want, that I have rooted myself into this town. A draw. It caught me the moment I spent my first night in this house.. and it yet holds me, now." Lillie says before finishing her milk. Wolf's wariness continues to sizzle in her mind and heart.
"I saw the face of a man… aquiline, long nose… quite elegant, in a way. A very distinct nose." She pauses, recalls, says evenly. "And again, the woman was very attractive, fine features… dark skinned. African American."
Wolf looks so calm, but this is…awkward. Like admitting you have a prison record, perhaps, or that you have a social disease. In times past, yes, she'd have just walked away. But she lives here now. She will see Lillie again.
"So that you don't have to pretend we haven't been introduced… she is Dori. From Chicago. He is Dorian. From London." She gestures to her existing face. "And this is Raphael. You'll still hear some people call me that around here, even though I go by Wolf these days. I was drawn here because when I left my former employer, this was the only place I had anything like roots. So I came back. Tell me more about what drew you. When a place draws seers, somethin' is definitely up." And that something might well be up Wolf's wheelhouse.
"If I am to meet this.. Dorian and Dori… in person, I shall feign utter obliviousness." Lillie says simply, as if this is perfectly natural… expected of her. "Is there a reason why the names are so similar? I suspect you've a distinct consciousness between each identity?" She does not call them faces as she doesn't know of these abilities as such. Lillie is deeply, powerfully intrigued but empathy tells her to tread carefully, softly…. gently. There is much going on beyond the calm façade.
"And which do you prefer? Raphael, or Wolf? I shall call you either, whatever you prefer." Lillie offers in a slightly shakey way, yet worried that she will say or do something to chase this woman off. It is only fair that the Empath answer the a question dealt to her before snowballing into anything else.
"Higsi is a wonderful little town, Wolf." She folds one lithe leg over the other, her work skirts hanging, catching a filament of sunbeam. "I do so love it, very much… I arrived here in November of '41 with a group of other girls. They deemed it a bore and left. I stayed. Something felt important… and not just the people that I came to know." She pauses, goes on softly. "My senses spoke to me of… significant supernatural activity. For not even two months since my arrival, I was privy to a demon appearing into the town. Things are drawn here."
Wolf sits up a little straighter at the mention of the demon. "I remember the demon. I believe I pulled the trigger on it at the Gallows. Someone handed me a crossbow. It turned out to be exactly the right weapon for exactly the right moment, and that makes me mighty suspicious.
As for my name, I've seen you at Church, even if you ain't seen me. I'm Catholic." She pauses, and sips her milk. "Or I was. I have many names. Dorian is one of them, and I shared it between those two. Raphael is another. Wolf is what I prefer. It's a nickname I've had since I was a child."
"Another demon…" Lillie exhales… well, obviously she hadn't been present for THAT particular demon. But could it have been…
Here they sit, in Josephine Ellis's beautiful, sunny kitchen… talking demon shop as if it's a completely normal thing being discussed in all kitchens, at all hen parties. Lillie's eyes fill her face again. "What did this.. that demon look like? Could you tell me, please?" And crazier still: she is dead serious, not horrified at all. If there's unease, it's worry over who could have been hurt. "I am thinking of a.. different being. It seems a few creatures have arisen here, in this town. There is an energy here, I do believe… it can't be just chance, can it?"
She is rod-straight in her seat, body language speaking of grim interest. But then Lillie pushes herself to stand, skirts whispering, to at least move to remove the crumble from the oven. Because all talks of demons require dessert.
"I attend church solely to keep up appearances." She says softly to the steaming dessert, shoulders dropping.
Wolf isn't quite ready to have Lillie walking behind her. She meets other hunters…or however close to that Lillie is…so seldom now that she's on her own. She turns, getting up to sit in the chair backward, leaning against the back. "The host… was your average drunk. His name was Bobby. When the demon emerged…it had horns…bare chest, claws. Pretty much what you'd expect, if you didn't know better."
She watches Lillie get the crumble out of the oven, and finds herself a little more back to Earth. Her stomach rumbles. She did eat a pretty lean breakfast this morning. She looks at her hands. "I attend church… Well. I suppose out of defiance now. Just in case…my excommunication isn't valid. It's not much hope, but it's what I have."
To ever coin Lillie as a 'Hunter' or however close to such would be laughable. She has never before — likely never will — wield a gun or a knife or whatever else she would need to cause harm. She dips her head reverently, back to Wolf, the smooth line of her neck catching the permeating sun. The fine curls of hair at her hairline blaze redly, betraying the notion of her being coined a brunette. She is completely prone, and allowing herself to be to show Wolf that she means no harm. How could she ever have come to know about how body language can placate certain dangers? Has she had practice…?
Dear God, things that happened in this kitchen… understatement.
She begins cutting the simple dessert, the recipient of her sugar ration, while it's hot.. though she pauses. "I heard of that encounter. T'is.. unfortunate. Awful. So you dispatched it with the crossbow?" Lillie asks, peering over a shoulder just in time to catch Wolf's following words.
"I am sorry for whatever came to pass to excommunicate you from the Church. I suspect I denounced my holdings before they could see fit to do it for me. I fear, deeply, what my abilities would cause holy figures to suspect of me… so I just keep on my very best behavior. I avoid Sunday service if the visions are strong, some days." Lillie smiles softly, and pads over in Wolf's direction with a huge square of crumble and a fork at ready, placing it all in front of her.
Wolf looks at the crumble, drizzles a little milk on it, and lets it soak in while Lillie gets herself some. "Or they might have made use of you, if you happened upon an a bishop who knows anything." The Raphael smirk is starting to return, and the mask is sliding back into place. Wolf seems to relax, a bit, at least. Witches… the destructive kind, at least… are usually cockier. Or more wary. Or something. If Lillie's a witch, she's doing a mighty good job convincing Wolf that she's not.
"Can you see when you want to? Or do you just have to wait until it hits you on its own?"
The Empath carves herself a piece, not quite so large, and moves to join Wolf. Seating herself she gives it a lick and a promise, finds it to be nonetheless delicious, and eats her portion slowly. "I was moreso worried about being committed.. put away. T'is my intent now to lay my praise at the feet of something else beyond us, a maker, where the worship is to be had in the sunsets, in the boughs of trees. Spirituality." Said simply, though she looks up at Wolf from beneath her lashes. "However, owness is on me to make appearances. I should hate to be used by anyone, truly. Is that why you… i-if it is not above me to be asking you as to why you were… excommunicated. Is it because of your other identities?" Asked softly, warily. Worried about offending or bringing up Wolf's guard.
"The only control I have is to go to the places where the visions occur, especially if I feel…. vulnerable.. that day. As in, stressed. Sick. Lacking in sleep or otherwise not mentally fortified and unable to ignore it." Lillie has a bite, chews, swallows. "Sometimes they come to me, sometimes they don't. If something is done to 'cleanse' the site.. be it by the efforts of a holy man, removing certain objects… visions can be lost forever. I had to renovate my own house, for example, to remove the recurring visions." She explains shyly.
Wolf shakes her head. "They knew about that. This was a matter of me not doin' what I was told." Mostly because they were setting her up to get killed, and she knew it. "They denounced me, gave me bell, book, and candle, and that was that." Modulo a firefight, and an unexplained fire in that old church shortly thereafter.
A slow nod, Lillie gradually finishes up her portion and moves to take her dish to the sink, though not before checking to see if Wolf needs anything else. Then there's coffee, forgotten while she had her episode in the bathroom and was led to the kitchen. Lillie tilts her head thoughtfully, "The demon that I had spoken up, a vision was what revealed him to me. He, too, was killed swiftly once the trail was revealed. There have been other demons, one unresolved and not seen for quite some time after some diablerie… another, a possessed boy, who also met death. I should like to know why demons are coming into Higsi."
A pause, "Between that, and gigantic boars, it's a very happening place." Said wryly.
Wolf frowns. "More than two? Damn." She also looks over at the coffee. "Tell you what. You pour some coffee, and I'll get back to masking, and we'll talk."