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It had been another long night of trying to stop Gretel from dressing in snappy women's clothing and parading around Estervale like she owned the place. Hansel resigned to a wooden chair near the fire with a rough piece of paper that he had folded and refolded, trying to keep control over his mind. "Come on, it's not going to kill you to go out for one night Hansel," Gretel whined from the back of his mind.
He sighed and dropped his hands into his lap. He took a deep breath and dropped the paper to the floor. He looked around the empty cabin and shook his head. The bare walls escaped the realm of interest. He was running out of excuses and he knew how much Gretel hated staying cooped up all the time. If he didn't go out himself Gretel would forcibly take over his body and make him go out. He knew how much energy would be drained out of her spirit if she did that and loosing her forever wasn't an option at this point. He looked around the cabin one more time and put out the fire. "Have it your way Gretel, but if I wake up wearing your little red pumps again..."
"No pumps," her voice promised from the back of his head. Gretel was happy enough to be getting out of the cabin for one night even if she wasn't behind the steering wheel. She was exhausted as it was from the previous night's activities. "I have got to get my own body," she said in a weary voice.
"I'm working on it," he said reservedly as he patted down his hair and pulled on his shoes. "Give me more time," he grabbed the door handle and pulled it open. The air greeted him kindly as he stepped from the warm cabin to the balmy night outside. It was not a long walk to the Oak Barrel Inn and Tavern from his remote settling outside the city. He had never walked there during the night but his feet knew the way to go thanks to Gretel's sense of direction. When he reached the dimly lit tavern he settled down on a stool. He only ordered a water for himself and sighed into the glass when he got it. He would have preferred the comforts of home, he never really saw what Gretel liked so much about going out.
Happy now, he thought begrudgingly, directing his thoughts to his sister.
Tags:
gretel, hansel, bluebeard
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