Recent content by Auntie Feekna

Feekna's forehead wrinkles crumpled like a collapsing roof as she gave some concerned thought to what Joseph was saying. "Souls? Probably not in the way you're thinking, dearie." No, she didn't suppose he meant anything to do with containing them. That didn't typically have the effect of...

As Joseph took the time to return to his human form, dress and rest at what Feekna just saw as a pile of stones, she took a few moments to stretch her limbs and pop her joints. She eyed the pond with a faint hunger for frog-eye stew. "Hm," she muttered in way of agreement. The woods had grown...

Feekna remained quiet as they hiked into the shadowy woods, pausing only to pick up a fallen branch that was a good shape and sturdiness for a walking stick. It was no hexing stick, but it would do. Several miles passed behind them in tree-shrouded dips and hills before she stopped suddenly...

"Hmph. Figures," Feekna grumbled. That might have explained why Mertha didn't seem very interested in the man or why Feekna was asking about him. Wasn't worth the trouble of tormenting or driving off, or he was just wily enough to keep out of her way. There were so many old dangerous things in...

"Such possessiveness, dearie," Feekna cackled a bit as she picked her way past the panicking sphinxes and over to the front desk, where she bowed with a flourish. "But as you requested, Auntie is here!" "There's been a murder? Oh, dear..." she said with a sickly sweetness to no one in...

"A deal made is a price paid," Feekna said cheerfully as they sealed the deal, a simple but common utterance of a promise spoken in one form or another across the ages. "Of course. I'm in no hurry. We'll leave whenever you're ready, dearie. I'll be in the Enchanted Mush-Room. Just knock on my...

Feekna bit her bottom lip as she considered his offer. She would probably miss the coven's semi-centennial lunar gathering, and maybe the rest of her holiday as well. It would be a job. But in exchange... the secrets she could hoard! The sweet, sweet taste of the precious and rare joy he...

I guess we all go as mad as a frog in a boiling pot at some point, she thought to herself with amusement. She'd been a mortal once herself, but she remembered them differently. Or she just had a different perspective after so many years of living as she was now. Most Mortals were such boring...

Feekna took in Joseph's tale with little interest up to the part where he admitted a certain displeasure at the continued existence of the Winter Court. She'd not personally heard of this 'Fell Amsel', but she obviously held one hells of a spell over this man's soul. "Hmmm... holding a grudge...

Feekna wasn't taken aback by Joseph's mockery; by all accounts, this was no more scathing treatment than what the hags gave each other whenever they got together. Feekna cackled in response, quite pleased at the trickery aimed back at her. "Now that would be a nice holiday, if you can put up...

Feekna couldn't hide her surprise at the offer, though she took it with an appreciative smile. She tugged the cork out of the bottle and took a whiff of its contents. He was certainly not drinking any of that cheap swill that kicked like Granny Killman's Cauldron Beer. "Many thanks," she said...

Feekna inhaled deeply, considering the rich concoction of scents that pervaded the establishment. A mixture of fine liquor, of cooking food, a dash of exotic herbsmoke and expensive perfumes, sweet sweat and expectation; and the most delectable fragrance of all: joy. This was the ephemeral sort...