[perhaps the difficulty in collecting these parts is not so much the 'collecting' part, but knowing of who the people thus affected for this ritual are. an old man wanda can ignore guilt for, he's lived a plentiful life. a child, however, strikes too close to home. so, when michael tells her that she should turn her head, she actually turns away entirely, walking towards a more distant tree so she won't have to hear the crack of bone, the eerie silence that proclaims no pain has been felt.
she is willing to look at her transgressions directly when faced with them, but wanda can't quite reconcile hurting children just yet. she'd rather keep that at a distance.
turning back to michael in time for him to add the finger to the collection in the leather pouch, wanda starts walking away.]
An eye, now. The young seamstress is down the path here.
no subject
she is willing to look at her transgressions directly when faced with them, but wanda can't quite reconcile hurting children just yet. she'd rather keep that at a distance.
turning back to michael in time for him to add the finger to the collection in the leather pouch, wanda starts walking away.]
An eye, now. The young seamstress is down the path here.
[so no need to fly, so to speak.]