[hider=MC~~<3!!][img]http://ow.ly/K52Fx[/img][/hider] A pair of spectacles? White flowers? Out of nowhere the strength to reach out and snatch the white flowers came to her and she found herself kneeling in ankle deep water hunched over and shivering now. Oh, how she wished she had not tossed her poncho earlier. But white flowers... [color=fdc68a][i]Senorita Florita Feliz...[/i][/color] MC reached into the water with her other hand and grabbed the spectacles and tried them on. Instantly her head snapped back as if she was punched. Shaking her head and inwardly scolding herself for being so curious, she folded the glasses and hung them off of the left strap of her skimpy, showy, yet lovingly decorated bra top. The flowers she shook off gently and tucked them behind both ears. With a grunt she tried to get to her feet, but after wobbling about for a bit, she promplty splashed back down, butt first into the water. Hazel eyes were shut tight and elbows rested upon knees as her hands chutched her cheeks. MC's fingertips pressed into her temples and rubbed in circular motions to stave off the disorientation and nausea. And suddenly she realized just how quiet it was. Not out here. No, it was too quiet in her head. [color=fdc68a][i]Senior Buho... ohhhh... I cannot sense you... ay, I can only hope you and Lil' Miss Happy Flower are okay still--[/i][/color] Splashing. She could hear someone splashing. Someone or [i]something[/i] coming closer. One hand lowered from her head and into the water to grab a river rock from beside her. A big one. Her light brown hand grasped it tightly then-- --the humming of a something pleasant, something familiar, something lovely and metallic was gently placed into her lap. MC opened her eyes now. The Green lit egg... ...and Robin! But the sexless beauty did not utter a single word to her. Instead she bumbled over and collapsed onto the grass at the water's edge. Mia-Canta half crawled, half-stumbled her way over to Robin's side. As Robin lay prone, clutching the violet lit egg to her chest, MC lay down in front of her, clutching the green lit egg to her own chest. With her other hand, she stroked both the messengers wet oak-hued head and wet back gently. All the while, MC held her eyes tightly shut and repeatedly counted softly neath her breath to 10 before inhaling deep and exhaling long. Robin rolled over and stared at the gorgeous open sky. MC opened her eyes and openly stared at the gorgeous thing beside her. The Latina soon found herself breathing deep again, but this time to not calm the pain in her head, no, this time she was trying to still her fluttering heart. [i][color=f7941d] “...belleza a mi lado...”[/color][/i] she mumbled through softly smiling full dusky lips. She reached for a white flower behind her ear, thinking that it would be nice to place such a thing behind Robin's ear. Also it would be so nice to stroke her brown hair again. Touch her olive cheek with her own again. Feel her breath against her neck-- Robin struggled to her feet and rushed over to enter the building, whose sign that she could not read, lit by a golden lantern wh-- MC's eyes popped wide and she shook her head several times before rubbing her eyes before once more opening them slowly and staring at-- yes it really was there. Soon enough she struggled her own way over to the building and cautiously opened the door. Instantly the smells of goodness, goodies, drink and warmth rushed her and set her mind aglow and tummy grumbling. But the first thing she did was rush over to a bench and snatch up a blanket that stretched out over the bench back rest. After gently laying down the green lit lantern, she started to towel herself off as she made her way to the fire to kneel before it. She rubbed her hands together and held them out to the fire before rubbing her cold arms and tummy. Ohhhh... such a comforting feeling was warmth. Her long braids, she wrung out into a pan meant for firewood. Then without second thought, she undid her trousers and rolled onto her butt to slip them off. Like her hair, she wrung them into the pan. Her head darted this way and that, looking for a place to hang her decorated trousers and the rest of her garments. But then the smell of the food wafted over to her. Her mouth watered as she sat there in her underwear. The temptation to rush over and gorge upon bread and spiced meats was great but her fear and trepidation was even greater. She had to respect the owner of this house. But her fear of the owner was greater than her respect. Begrudgingly, Mia-Canta put back on her trousers, plucked the green lit lantern off the floor and stood up. The soft blanket she wrapped around her shoulders before reaching over to grab a second blanket. Bare feet padded past her own wet footprints as she went over to Robin. The other female was happily munching away without a single care it seemed. Mia-Canta wrapped the blanket around Robin, patted her shoulder, then kissed the top of her head before sitting down across Robin. A deep breath she took then hazel eyes locked into green ones with a steady gaze. [color=f7941d]“Robin... [i]amiga[/i]...”[/color] she started off slowly, [color=f7941d]“no for us. [i]No nuestra casa[/i]. No house for us. No take like this-”[/color] --she pointed to both their blankets-- [color=f7941d]“we will do like this-”[/color] --she showed how she dried her own head and arms again--[color=f7941d] “-[i]y adios, amiga![/i] Mia-Canta and Robin go.”[/color] She licked her lips to keep from drooling; the smell of the food was fantastic and just watching Robin scarf it down was killing her. [i][color=fdc68a]Ohhh... and that beer...[/color][/i] [color=f7941d]“This no home. This... no live here for us. This... [i]peligro[/i]...”[/color] she sighed in frustration not being able to communicate properly. But she steeled herself and gazed a dead calm and serious gaze into Robin's green eyes. [color=f7941d][i]“Estamos en el infierno, amiga. Y estamos en la casa del Diablo.[/i] No good to eat. No good to stay. Bad girls. Monster get us.”[/color] MC slowly tore herself away from the temptation at the table, picked up the green lit lantern and padded back towards the entrance, head held low. A sigh escaped her lips as she pulled the blanket off her shoulders and hung it by a waiting chair near the door. Her tummy rumbled as she spun around and looked back up at Robin with heavy hazel eyes. Light brown hands readjusted the white flowers behind her ear and the glasses hanging off her bra strap. She did not want to abandon Robin but... [color=f7941d]“Robin! Please! [i]Vamos[/i]! We go...! [i]Por favor[/i]! Please, [i]amiga ahora![/i] No for us! We go...” [/color] [color=fdc68a][i]...for anyone who eats at the table of the Devil in the house of the Devil is sure to be damned forevermore.[/i][/color] [color=f7941d]“Please, Robin. You go with Mia-Canta... find [i]Senior Buho y Senorita Florita Feliz...”[/i] [/color] [i][color=fdc68a]...or Mia-Canta goes without you. I am sooooo sorry, my friend... but I will not remain in damnation with you regardless of my promise. I'm sorry. [/color][/i]