MORIA
‘Uhmmm excuse me”
No answer.
“Excuse me.”
I know they can hear me.
They have been whispering to themselves while throwing glances my way and had only pretended to be busy when I approached their desk.
I tap the small bell on the large table repeatedly causing some of the people passing by to throw me searing glances.
The one in the center finally looks up at me, a brittle smile on her otherwise cherubic face.
“No need to do that love, we can hear you perfectly.”
Could have fooled me.
She looks like Chryseis.
All three of them do.
The same heart shaped face and billowy long white tresses that seemed to float around their small frame as they hovered in the air.
That baby soft expression that made them seem like they kissed flower petals while singing to birds that ate bre
