Shoes; they were petite slipper shoes that someone had owned and lost, but Taneth had found them. The little blonde hid them until she was certain no one would notice her taking them from the inn. This was a secret, her secret, and she kept it as well as she could. Taneth had a reason for not sharing what she found as she wanted to ask her Moon where the owner could be, but when the night had come she saw no Moon to ask and so the shoes stayed hidden.
It had been two days since she took the slipper shoes from the inn and to her modest home. It had been two days since she buried them in a suitcase. It had been two days since she last saw those shoes and they haunted her until she could no longer stand it. Taneth dragged out the suitcase and searched delicately, removing an article of clothing here and there, but when she did not find the shoes her delicate search turned into frantic tossing of the suitcase contents. There were no slipper shoes to be seen.
A brief passing of panic set in as she retraced her steps every where. Taneth began counting steps, looking high and low, and becoming entranced by the spot behind the bar where she had found the shoes. Some sign had to be there of the location of her secret. Nothing had come. No words or hints of where they could have gone. Eventually, the panic calmed as everything did and she soon forgot that she ever had those slipper shoes.
A plain wrapped box had been delivered to the law offices of Dewey, Cheetham, and Howe early in the morning. The exchange had been simple and to the point: "this was to be delivered to Mister Howe as soon as possible." There would be nothing out of the ordinary of the box or anything outwardly sinister. Inside the box, the lawyer would find a pair of delicate slippers shoes that still had the lingering traces of the Seer as well as a note that read, "A coveted secret stolen. Enjoy."
It had been two days since she took the slipper shoes from the inn and to her modest home. It had been two days since she buried them in a suitcase. It had been two days since she last saw those shoes and they haunted her until she could no longer stand it. Taneth dragged out the suitcase and searched delicately, removing an article of clothing here and there, but when she did not find the shoes her delicate search turned into frantic tossing of the suitcase contents. There were no slipper shoes to be seen.
A brief passing of panic set in as she retraced her steps every where. Taneth began counting steps, looking high and low, and becoming entranced by the spot behind the bar where she had found the shoes. Some sign had to be there of the location of her secret. Nothing had come. No words or hints of where they could have gone. Eventually, the panic calmed as everything did and she soon forgot that she ever had those slipper shoes.
A plain wrapped box had been delivered to the law offices of Dewey, Cheetham, and Howe early in the morning. The exchange had been simple and to the point: "this was to be delivered to Mister Howe as soon as possible." There would be nothing out of the ordinary of the box or anything outwardly sinister. Inside the box, the lawyer would find a pair of delicate slippers shoes that still had the lingering traces of the Seer as well as a note that read, "A coveted secret stolen. Enjoy."