This is her house, and these are her guests, and she must make them welcome.
It's hard to say just when she arrives; she may have been lurking in a room just off the main one, hidden by a screen of beads and the dim, dusty light of her hut...
or she may have come late.
It hardly seems to matter.
Tia Dalma steps past a few hanging jars full of...something, and delicately pats a coiling snake on its jewel-coloured snout. Even in the orange half-light of flickering candles, her eyes are brilliant, and eager, and laughing with some secret delight.
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Date: 2007-07-07 01:12 am (UTC)It's hard to say just when she arrives; she may have been lurking in a room just off the main one, hidden by a screen of beads and the dim, dusty light of her hut...
or she may have come late.
It hardly seems to matter.
Tia Dalma steps past a few hanging jars full of...something, and delicately pats a coiling snake on its jewel-coloured snout. Even in the orange half-light of flickering candles, her eyes are brilliant, and eager, and laughing with some secret delight.