"Oh, do." Mab plucks the half-eaten eyeball out of the cake and studies it. It occurs to her that this might be some new rite entirely that the humans have thought up--eating the bodies of the dead on a day of birth. What a lovely symbol! She marvels at the imagination of the humans.
"Who was this, anyway?" She notices the pale boy staring at her, and waves it at him. "Anyone you knew?"
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Date: 2008-10-23 01:28 am (UTC)"Who was this, anyway?" She notices the pale boy staring at her, and waves it at him. "Anyone you knew?"