Blackfeather Woods or half a page of scribbled lines

Maegi turned quickly--too quickly, the woman dissolving into fuzzy-edged triplets, then combining once more. She tossed Flicker a lopsided smile, shrugging slowly. She could see each mote of dust and dead flesh in the air, spinning, floating. Like clouds, she thought. Tiny, insignificant clouds.

Okay, I guess, the girl murmured, casting her eyes back to her. . .acquaintance? No, she considered Flicker a friend, of sorts. She had followed the Melonii back here, after all. What about you? Haven't seen you in a while.

She dipped her nose at the decaying squirrel, a wry grin painting her ravaged face. Wanna learn some stuff today? Maegi asked, lifting her brows, as if showing a kid at a party how to do a magic trick. There were maggots rippling beneath the surface of the unbroken skin, or perhaps that was just her imagination.