Eyes on her prize, ten feet in front of her stood aged wooden shelving filled with paint, tools and cleaning supplies. Each step results in an abnormal amount of dust. Half way to her last portal, a winged shadowy figure speeds by nicking her cheek.
Shaken, Perce takes in a deep breath. She begins coughing the dust stinging her lungs. Still hacking, Perce raises her left hand to her cheek. Blood now on her finger tips, her brows furrow. The choking stilled as Persephone is now angry.
Marching through the dust, she pushes on the shelving as she did the cabinet at the top of the stairs. The heavy storage rattles as it clicks and begins sliding backward. Still mad, Perce pushes harder than was necessary digging her heels into the soil.
The shelf is now past the opening allowing Perce to slide through on the right-hand side. Having lost her patience, she continues down the old stone corridor to the open air, the sunshine, the magical garden.
Stopping at the entrance, she blows a stray hair away from her face and checks on her bloody cheek. As a funeral director often carries a handkerchief, she pulls a delicate white cloth from her skirt pocket inspecting the embroidered initials before wiping the blood from her face.
Perce's shaking her head folding the cloth so that the soiling won't stain her skirt pocket when a familiar face descends. Introduced by the buzzing sound of hummingbird wings, one of the Fae come in greeting.
Perce's brows furrow, her left hand shading her eyes. Lowering her hand, she realizes her class ring was stolen by the creature that sliced her cheek.
"Hello P." The red haired Faerie softly lands.
"Who stole my ring?" Persephone wants the Faery to remain focused as they redirect a conversation with ease.
"I've no idea what you speak of."
Perce's fuming her hands on her hips. "Of course you do. You don't think I'll fall for any Fae tricks today. I'm not playing. I want my ring returned now."
"You brought an emerald into the garden." The soft spoken Faerie continues.
"That's my mortuary college ring. The colors are gold and green. It's not really an emerald ring per se." Persephone slows realizing she'll need to barter this one.
"He's in pain. You must be patient with him."
"I don't care if he has a boo-boo Momay, he must return what's mine. That ring is important to me." Perce remembers opening the small leather box on graduation, her mother smiling asking her if she likes it.
"It's a pain of the heart."
"What? What's happened?" Perce's immediately concerned.
"His ma'am has taken to the spirit path."
"She's gone? Where's her body or what do you call it?" Perce is in 'service' mode.
"Her Fae-form is in-state at the cemetery." Momay is beginning to show signs of grief as well.
Perce is concerned for her own safety, but continues anyway. "Perhaps I can help. You mean you have a cemetery within this cemetery?"
"Our place of rest is wherever we are. We've been here for some time now so a cemetery has appeared." Momay gestures toward the small cluster of overgrown trees in the far corner of the huge hidden garden.
"Let me see it. And please call for the thief. I understand he's hurting but that's no excuse to take what is not yours."
"Ellyllon will be embarrassed once he's calmed down. You'll get your ring at that time." Momay levitates from the soft green grass and gestures for Perce to follow her.
Perce notices golden puffs of shimmer rising in the distance. Following Momay, she smoothes her hair tucking the stray piece behind a pin. Her suit coat still buttoned, Perce pauses for a moment as she uses the now dried bloody handkerchief to dust her shoes. She checks her cheek causing the cut to bleed once again.
"There is going to be a lot of questions once I return to the funeral home." Persephone shakes her head.
"You're so certain you'll return each time to visit. You know that's not necessarily the case." Momay reads Perce's thoughts as if they were skywritten.
"I will return." Perce continues walking.
Momay still leading the way the puffs of golden glittery light getting closer. "So you say…" her voice drifting off.
Perce grimaces at the Faerie's back her cheek itching from the dried blood.
Momay smiles and shakes her head continuing to lead the human effortlessly.
See you tomorrow for day 54 and part 4.
Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets
Day 52 of 365 Orbit
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