1. Arrival [ Leaning on the reception desk, Eda's having an idle conversation with the receptionist, her eyes half on him, and half on the rest of the lobby. She doesn't know what she's looking for, but she feels like something's missing. It's an acute, odd feeling ]
Wellstone's not what it used to be, but we're really working to ramp up tourism. You're here, aren't you?
Sure am. You've got sand, dirt, and more sand. What's not to like?
Don't worry about the storm. It'll blow right through.
Storm, huh? I don't feel it in my bones.
What is there to do in town? I'd check out the saloon, and the diner has great food if you want something different. Stay in town, though, it gets dangerous outside at night.
Who's afraid of a little danger? [ Her toothy smile grows, one gold fang glinting ] You get out much, mister?
Wellstone's not what it used to be, but we're really working to ramp up tourism. You're here, aren't you?
Sure am, sure am. Dirt and sand, blah blah...
[ This goes on and on for a while, Eda oddly patient with this automaton of a man. It's fun, almost trance like, to be stuck in this loop of conversation. ]
2. Always time for pie [ Eda has several slices of pie around her, tucked into a booth in the diner. She looks up when you enter the diner, or walk by, and grins at you, waving you over with the fork in her hand ]
You ever try this? "Key lime". Never heard of anything like that! What d'you think it's the key to? Didn't know limes had locks!
[ She snorts a laugh at her own joke ]
3. Something's coming [ Eda's running. She's running and she doesn't want to be running--she can fight, she knows she can, but she doesn't know how, and she isn't foolhardy enough to think she can. After her are two chupacabras, teeth bared, paws hitting the ground silently. She knows enough to know not to mess with those things.
She'll run right by you, calling out: ]
Bloodsuckers, comin' through!
4. The walls have eyes [ The guilt becomes pressing, so pressing, and Eda can't face it, doesn't want to face it. Brown eyes tracing her, green eyes watching her, gold eyes appearing on her skin, and she wants it to stop, wants it to stop, wants to not feel this guilt anymore.
She keeps busy, walks around town, gets food, gets a drink, talks to people, her energy frenetic, intense, focusing on anything and everything but the eyes. She may corner you with a bright, fake smile ]
New here too, aren't ya? Never thought of myself as a desert kind of gal, but I'm liking it. The get up's something.
[ Or she'll cover her own eyes with her arms, crouching down behind a building, around a corner, murmuring to herself ]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't want to--I never wanted to, I'm sorry, I'm sorry--
Eda Clawthorne | The Owl House
[ Leaning on the reception desk, Eda's having an idle conversation with the receptionist, her eyes half on him, and half on the rest of the lobby. She doesn't know what she's looking for, but she feels like something's missing. It's an acute, odd feeling ]
Wellstone's not what it used to be, but we're really working to ramp up tourism. You're here, aren't you?
Sure am. You've got sand, dirt, and more sand. What's not to like?
Don't worry about the storm. It'll blow right through.
Storm, huh? I don't feel it in my bones.
What is there to do in town? I'd check out the saloon, and the diner has great food if you want something different. Stay in town, though, it gets dangerous outside at night.
Who's afraid of a little danger? [ Her toothy smile grows, one gold fang glinting ] You get out much, mister?
Wellstone's not what it used to be, but we're really working to ramp up tourism. You're here, aren't you?
Sure am, sure am. Dirt and sand, blah blah...
[ This goes on and on for a while, Eda oddly patient with this automaton of a man. It's fun, almost trance like, to be stuck in this loop of conversation. ]
2. Always time for pie
[ Eda has several slices of pie around her, tucked into a booth in the diner. She looks up when you enter the diner, or walk by, and grins at you, waving you over with the fork in her hand ]
You ever try this? "Key lime". Never heard of anything like that! What d'you think it's the key to? Didn't know limes had locks!
[ She snorts a laugh at her own joke ]
3. Something's coming
[ Eda's running. She's running and she doesn't want to be running--she can fight, she knows she can, but she doesn't know how, and she isn't foolhardy enough to think she can. After her are two chupacabras, teeth bared, paws hitting the ground silently. She knows enough to know not to mess with those things.
She'll run right by you, calling out: ]
Bloodsuckers, comin' through!
4. The walls have eyes
[ The guilt becomes pressing, so pressing, and Eda can't face it, doesn't want to face it. Brown eyes tracing her, green eyes watching her, gold eyes appearing on her skin, and she wants it to stop, wants it to stop, wants to not feel this guilt anymore.
She keeps busy, walks around town, gets food, gets a drink, talks to people, her energy frenetic, intense, focusing on anything and everything but the eyes. She may corner you with a bright, fake smile ]
New here too, aren't ya? Never thought of myself as a desert kind of gal, but I'm liking it. The get up's something.
[ Or she'll cover her own eyes with her arms, crouching down behind a building, around a corner, murmuring to herself ]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't want to--I never wanted to, I'm sorry, I'm sorry--