Going on a week that Alice had stopped abruptly taking her medication, she also had started to ignore her psychiatrist's calls, around the same time things in the coven started to heat up. Alice was a novice to the rest of the coven and she did everything she could to push herself in getting to know others. Robyn Barnes -- Alice didn't really know much of her, other than her husband was recently passed. Alice had offered her sympathies to her, having lost her family, too. She would have eventually liked to befriend the other witch, too. Friendship was a tricky thing for Alice, she couldn't really say she had any friends and was dead set on fixing this with other witches.
Alice was disappointed the sentiment couldn't be shared with others, sometimes. In the evening, Alice was prepared to head back to her housing, glancing down at her phone, looking at about the fifth call from her doctor. She admired his persistence, at least, scrolling through texts telling Alice how worried he was for her and how he promised he wasn't going to reach out the hospital. That was great, but it was at the bottom of her to-do list.
She was going to leave soon until word had gotten around someone from the Night Council was questioning the coven. Some didn't seem to take too kindly to it, as the tension lingered in the air over casualties and a blow in pride. Alice didn't question the resentment, she followed it. If they were irritated over being questioned, so would she. Around that time, Alice had turned off her phone from completely when the final text for the night came in from her doctor. Alice didn't really have to ask -- word caught around they were asking about Robyn Barnes an where she was going. All Alice could recall the last time she saw Robyn was she was inconsolable and angry. She had a hunch that she should have followed her earlier, from the time she stormed off in hysterics, finding herself in that situation so many times, herself.
The idea played in her head for a moment, until she decided to make an impulsive choice of trying to find Robyn, before anyone from the Night Council had the chance to bother her again.
Her defense was the vorpal blade -- which, according to her father, was a knife not made of human hands, but of faes. It was risky, but it was her best defense, something made from the fae that could be used to fight them off, crafted for only the Liddell family, and no one else. After that, the coven was left stewing and spitting over the investigation, Alice had slipped off before anyone noticed.
She ventured off into fae territory, ignoring the pounding headache from the withdrawals and her growing hallucinations along with it, desperate to catch Robyn before anyone else. Robyn, at least, didn't lash out at Alice, right? Because she was young, a child to her, and Alice wanted nothing but to console her.
Alice nearly plowed out, gathering up her skirt, shouting wildly, "Stop! Stop it! Leave her alone!"
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Alice was disappointed the sentiment couldn't be shared with others, sometimes. In the evening, Alice was prepared to head back to her housing, glancing down at her phone, looking at about the fifth call from her doctor. She admired his persistence, at least, scrolling through texts telling Alice how worried he was for her and how he promised he wasn't going to reach out the hospital. That was great, but it was at the bottom of her to-do list.
She was going to leave soon until word had gotten around someone from the Night Council was questioning the coven. Some didn't seem to take too kindly to it, as the tension lingered in the air over casualties and a blow in pride. Alice didn't question the resentment, she followed it. If they were irritated over being questioned, so would she. Around that time, Alice had turned off her phone from completely when the final text for the night came in from her doctor. Alice didn't really have to ask -- word caught around they were asking about Robyn Barnes an where she was going. All Alice could recall the last time she saw Robyn was she was inconsolable and angry. She had a hunch that she should have followed her earlier, from the time she stormed off in hysterics, finding herself in that situation so many times, herself.
The idea played in her head for a moment, until she decided to make an impulsive choice of trying to find Robyn, before anyone from the Night Council had the chance to bother her again.
Her defense was the vorpal blade -- which, according to her father, was a knife not made of human hands, but of faes. It was risky, but it was her best defense, something made from the fae that could be used to fight them off, crafted for only the Liddell family, and no one else. After that, the coven was left stewing and spitting over the investigation, Alice had slipped off before anyone noticed.
She ventured off into fae territory, ignoring the pounding headache from the withdrawals and her growing hallucinations along with it, desperate to catch Robyn before anyone else. Robyn, at least, didn't lash out at Alice, right? Because she was young, a child to her, and Alice wanted nothing but to console her.
Alice nearly plowed out, gathering up her skirt, shouting wildly, "Stop! Stop it! Leave her alone!"