Ambling up to Elly's Atelier, hands shoved in the pockets of a new, cream colored jacket, Erin was looking for the witch. It was rare indeed that she would seek out an interaction with the shrill, demanding woman, but times were desperate. She shuffled feet, in ankle high boots, through the snow and up to the place Elly set up shop.
Almost green eyes darted here and there, hoping to keep away from Pumpkinheads, as their ghastly BAH! always chilled Erin to the bone. It was early afternoon, and she was hurrying along. Needed to be out of here and somewhere warm and lit before darkness fell. Even if Elly could help her, she was still a bit skittish from the earlier attack. Erin pulled her knit cap hard over her ears and pushed on through the wind.
"Elly?" A timid call, still looking for those zombies known as Pumpkinheads. She was sure one would eat her one day.... "You in there?" A lean forward and a peak. Having never been here, she wasn't sure of the protocol. A grit of her teeth and a brace for the screech. Okay. Erin was ready to meet with Elly.
Almost green eyes darted here and there, hoping to keep away from Pumpkinheads, as their ghastly BAH! always chilled Erin to the bone. It was early afternoon, and she was hurrying along. Needed to be out of here and somewhere warm and lit before darkness fell. Even if Elly could help her, she was still a bit skittish from the earlier attack. Erin pulled her knit cap hard over her ears and pushed on through the wind.
"Elly?" A timid call, still looking for those zombies known as Pumpkinheads. She was sure one would eat her one day.... "You in there?" A lean forward and a peak. Having never been here, she wasn't sure of the protocol. A grit of her teeth and a brace for the screech. Okay. Erin was ready to meet with Elly.