 Snake disguised as Raven Browncoat
Eleanor took her tea straight, as she always did; nothing like cream and sugar to ruin the taste of a great leaf, or mask the taste of an undeserving, terrible one. This one, of course, was excellent. She hadn't thought for a moment that it wouldn't be. Not with this level of decor!
"Oh, you must be so proud. And look at that! Your daughter's image is actually smiling!" She reached out and booped the image on the nose, before sharing with January a commiserating roll of the eyes, "My grandson never smiles for photographs. My mantle is festooned with scowls."
She sighed theatrically, and took another sip of her tea. |