Myrtle the Unfortunate

Quite #4: "Be virtuous and you will be eccentric." --Mark Twain.

((OCC: My name is Ruby. I have a scary cat with fangs and I used to have an attack sheep. I like plants and fish and playing piano and camping and vegetables and cats and sheep.))

Myrtle the unfortunate trudged unhappily behind her sister. For such a long trip, Myrtle would have preferred to have taken the broomsticks, but the kitchen broom had the flu, and the mop was always grumpy and unpleasant, making for a very bumpy ride. She tried in vain to keep her ragged black dress from dragging in the mud and horse droppings, but to no avail on such an rough road. She and her sister had left in a hurry. Annoyingly, like so many times before, their quarry had disappeared into thin air. Well, not literally. But thats what it seemed like. Of course, Myrtle could herself disappear into thin air, but that was irrelevant, because she had no way of knowing unto whither her target gone. Some people thought witches could do anything. Those people were sorely mistaken.

The ragged sisters had passed through many small towns and villages throughout the last three weeks of searching. The two had disguised themselves as old hags, a simple, quick spell, good for people in a hurry. It took much longer to disguise one's self as say, a princess, or a dashing young knight; essence of old hag was much easier to come by than essence of royalty. Unfortunately, pretty people were often treated much better in inns and restaurants than the more homely crowd. Indeed, Myrtle predicted a plague outbreak to appear in the kingdom of Dunlin presently.