Her cup of coffee has nearly been knocked over three times this morning by these giggling little bastards. And her breakfast, some overly sugary delicious pastries? One was stolen and quickly dropped. All she wants to do is relax and eat and she obviously can't when these things are at this.
When her cup starts to tip again, she reaches over and catches it... and a handful of still hot coffee. ] Shit!
clementine house—
[ She's given in. The wisps have messed with her enough that she's finally going to follow them and find out what they want.
Wynonna's glad she brought Peacemaker with her as she enters the house. Her gun is out, gripped in hand, but her finger is notably off the trigger. She isn't about to shoot anyone or anything, not unless something attacks her. But it's like a security blanket almost.
But then she hears a strange noise around the next corner, and the revolver is up, pointing in the face of the unfortunate soul on the other side.
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