[center][h2][color=f7941d]Martha[/color] & [color=6ecff6]Annie[/color][/h2][/center]
[center][h2] Shelter at last. III [/h2][/center]
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[color=6ecff6] " Oh, ma'am! The pleasure is aaaaaall mine! " With the swiftness of a tiger pouncing on it's prey, Annie swiped one of the toys up, holding it up to the sky to examine it. It wasn't anything like any toy she saw. Much prettier, shinier. Not a doll made of old cloth and stuffed with hay. If this was the strangers way of bribing the little girl into liking her more, it damn sure worked. [/color]

[color=f7941d]" What she said.. " Mumbled out the older woman, still giving Anath a look of distrust. Clearly, the pleasure wasn't entirely Martha's. Despite the sparkling gifts, she was too sure about the woman. Maybe it was the red eye.. The white rose which Martha seemed to think was fucking growing out of the lady's eye. Or maybe it was the simple fact that Anath made [i][b]toys appear out of thin air?[/b][/i] " Ah, yeah. Thought it was best to relocate. Town we were in was riddled with no good people. Definitely not safe for kids.. " Grey eyes went down towards Annie, then up at Anath. " What about you? Yer probably not from any place I've heard of.. With an appearance like that. " Was this a compliment? A dig? Could be either.. It was hard to tell. She had asshole voice syndrome.[/color]