[ Lydia's plight goes unnoticed at first by the heareafter's resident striped bastard. He is flitting through the garden on his tiny wings with a stack of papers under one arm, a few tacks in his lips, and a hammer in one hand. ]
[ He brushes past Lydia without apology and pauses at a nearby tree to nail up a flyer. It advertises only the BEST AND COOLEST bar in Hell, The Devil's Nest. He has to do this often thanks to those darn sheep redecorating all the time. When he's finished, he turns around and bustles past her again--however this time, his neck twists around with such force that a grisly crack can be heard. He stares at the teen, bug-eyed, and swallows the tacks so that he can speak. ]
Spring Flowers
[ He brushes past Lydia without apology and pauses at a nearby tree to nail up a flyer. It advertises only the BEST AND COOLEST bar in Hell, The Devil's Nest. He has to do this often thanks to those darn sheep redecorating all the time. When he's finished, he turns around and bustles past her again--however this time, his neck twists around with such force that a grisly crack can be heard. He stares at the teen, bug-eyed, and swallows the tacks so that he can speak. ]
YOU!