The skull feels strangely smooth and heavy in her hands. Waverly stares into its empty eye sockets, the note from Uncle Curtis tucked safely into her pocket. "Who are you?" she wonders.
And where should she keep it? She looks around the empty saloon, then heads with the skull to the door that leads to the basement.
But it doesn't lead to the basement today: it leads somewhere she'd thought was a figment of one of Wynonna's benders. She edges into the new space, skull in hands, blinking. "This is new."
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Date: 2023-01-28 04:16 pm (UTC)The skull feels strangely smooth and heavy in her hands. Waverly stares into its empty eye sockets, the note from Uncle Curtis tucked safely into her pocket. "Who are you?" she wonders.
And where should she keep it? She looks around the empty saloon, then heads with the skull to the door that leads to the basement.
But it doesn't lead to the basement today: it leads somewhere she'd thought was a figment of one of Wynonna's benders. She edges into the new space, skull in hands, blinking. "This is new."