"Well, you shouldn't make assumptions based on no knowledge. That's a silly thing to do. How do you even know she was a cultist not just a crazy lady?" Basically the same thing, she smiled to herself. "I think you might be one of those crazy ladies, you know. And I really think you wanted to have the drama class"
“Drama class,” She laughed, “ Now that’s hardly fair have you tried doing stairs on this thing.” Gesturing to my tail. “Even you would have issue friend. “ The other woman laying in the grass and getting comfortable. Looking up Rita saw the stars, though it was bright as day. The other girl probably saw differently. Still questions though she was probably wrong about Famula. This place was so familiar to her, every time she was sad she came here, to rest and heal she always came here. Holding the belief that this was some form of the afterlife, her form of afterlife, everyone's was different and…
"What assumptions have you made?"
The question brought her out of her thoughts and back to wherever she was. It wasn’t one of her trance states, these weren’t her memories. However, it was The Country, maybe this girl was important to it.
“I Assumed that Famula was something to do with necromancy. I have little understanding of Immortals really. That the symbol I saw on that girl was Famula’s and that she was in part responsible for what hat happened to me “ Her eyes were beautiful, now she had time to appreciate her fully. Her first lover had sea green eyes. She was so amazing the way she smiled, casual… She misted into view and Rita closed her eyes making her go. She was gone and never coming back. A queasy vortex like feeling as dreams shifted, stars turning to a blur of light, head spinning slightly. Laying on the grass dreamscape shifting. Looking down at herself, an amber coloured gown. Heart a flutter the bottom in sequins and sparkle. Getting herself upright.
The other woman was at a cooking stove carefully cutting up vegetables.
"The dolls are coming for a teaparty!" it was said with haste as was the cutting.
"I hope that Mrs Witherspiddle doesn't lose her eye in the soup again!" Rita gently held her hand before the poor girl hurt herself.
“Approach everything with Calm and Patience. You rush and you make mistakes, people get hurt. You can’t do things properly when your hands are shaking.” Smiling gently at the other girl.
“Suppose we make sandwiches and tea, then I sing for our guest.” A little pulse of joy and a bright smile. Making as much sense as could be achieved in this strange dream world.
“That’s what I always did with friends. Simple comforting food instead of fancy meals.” A thought crossed her mind and she looked the girl in the eyes. “I could teach you to sing. I may not be an expert but I know how to carry a tune” She had little skill in singing truthfully but wasn’t bad at it. Besides in this dreamstate she could have the voice of an angel and no one could tell her otherwise.
