Another day breaks and another crowd is found huddled outside, whispering accusations amongst one another with cautious glances from frightened eyes.
As MabFaerie draws nearer to the center of the gathering, her chest begins to tighten and a cold wind chills her to the bone.
"Who is that?" She whispers, seeing at first a glimpse of a pale, limp wrist ground level with her feet. As a nearby citizen shifts his weight from one foot to the next, effectively blocking her view, MabFaerie grows anxious. What if it's someone she knows? Someone she loves?
"Who is laying there?!" She demands as she begins to push her way through the crowd, catching another glimpse, this time of a torso, definitely feminine in shape.
Her heart pounding with anxiety, a million thoughts raced through her mind. Could it be Lady Persephone? Sheriff Josietta? Who was it? And more importantly, who had done it?!
Finding her way at last in the front of the crowd, MabFaerie knelt before the body in a rush of shock and dismay that threatened to swallow her whole.
"Silver... No." She hadn't known Silver very well, but she knew her enough to be certain that she didn't deserve to die like this. Nobody did.
"First the Sheriff, now Silver? What's happening in Whitecourt? I thought this was over! Haven't the people of Whitecourt suffered enough?"
Hearing her name muttered in the crowd drew MabFaerie's attenton away from Silvers lifeless body. Rising, she shot a glance in the direction of the speaker. Who could possibly think she'd have done such a thing? Was that Blythe that had said her name? Surely he must be joking!
More accusations began to spread amongst the crowd like wildfire, catching on the tongues of the victims and those of their attackers alike. Someone in their midst was a monster... but who?
As she turned back to view Silvers corpse, an all too familiar face caught her gaze, pausing mid-turn, MabFaerie found herself suddenly weaving through the crowd towards the man in the fine suit. She'd recognize that stupid grin anywhere! Starlequin? No. NO! It couldn't be him. He was dead! That is, he'd been exiled from Whitecourt.
In retrospect, MabFaerie should probably know better than to assume exile from one town automatically equals death, but it was definitely a form of social suicide, at least. Whitecourt was quite the popularity hotspot after all, even with it's strange inability to keep citizens alive very long.
Striding forward like a woman possessed, MabFaerie jabbed a finger at Starlequins chest and exclaimed, "You're supposed to be dead!"
After a split-second pause, she realized just how badly she mangled her statement and stammered awkwardly "....that's not how I meant that."
Lowering her tone, she hissed at him, "What I mean is, you were banned from Whitecourt! You're not supposed to be here!"
Having lost her train of thought completely, MabFaerie only barely caught the last thing that Starlequin had said before she'd brazenly approached him, something about a Sunshine Sparkle? Was that a person in town? She really needed to expand her circle of friends, she was losing track of everybody!
Without missing a beat, another figure in the crowd, Josietta, echoed Starlequins response, also airing her concerns for this Sunshine Sparkle person.
"Sunshine Sparkle? Someone so sickly sweet sounding couldn't possibly be up to any good. I agree with the Sheriff, someone should investigate this Sunshine Sparkle person more closely."
*edited to fix a typo