Karla's stomach dropped along with Warren's dive and she couldn't help a loud, "Whoo!" Yes, the letter carried grim tidings, but flying in Warren's arms was just as fun now as when they'd been kids.
He flared his wings a few feet above the ground, slowing them enough that he was able to land gently. Karla vaulted out of his arms even before his feet hit the frozen earth, running towards the cottage.
It was dark, with none of the homey touches that Karla remembered from their last visit. No curtains in the window, no laundry on the line, no handful of flowers in the window. The flowers could be explained away by the season, the lack of laundry by Cora's mother's illness, but the curtains?
She knocked loudly on the front door. "Cora? Mrs. Hewer? Anyone?"
Under her knuckles, the door creaked open, just enough for Karla to peer inside. It was empty, devoid of people and furniture both. "Warren!" Karla cried out.
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Date: 2014-07-27 04:14 am (UTC)He flared his wings a few feet above the ground, slowing them enough that he was able to land gently. Karla vaulted out of his arms even before his feet hit the frozen earth, running towards the cottage.
It was dark, with none of the homey touches that Karla remembered from their last visit. No curtains in the window, no laundry on the line, no handful of flowers in the window. The flowers could be explained away by the season, the lack of laundry by Cora's mother's illness, but the curtains?
She knocked loudly on the front door. "Cora? Mrs. Hewer? Anyone?"
Under her knuckles, the door creaked open, just enough for Karla to peer inside. It was empty, devoid of people and furniture both. "Warren!" Karla cried out.