The blood with did stir, and she even did a purr. Stretching out her limbs, she wasn't quite sure about the whims. The winds too were wretched, and she summoned her best to fetch it. She made way to the house, and disturbed a single mouse. Walking through the gloom, she couldn't feel the doom. A broomstick? That was her shtick. She handled it with a cheer, for nothing could frighten her here. Having been encumbered and for so long she slumbered, she felt nothing of skeletons. But perhaps would fright from talking gelatins. She wondered aloud, just what was it in the shroud? Should she play more of these games? Would they bring joy? Or perhaps fames? A game booth nearby, it caught in her eye.
A skeletal figure, with odd dance demeanor. It chuckled and tuckled, and under her gaze it buckled. Her glowing red eyes, looked it up and down in size. The head it gave talked, but Maido, Sia just walked. She approached the game booth, and clicked at her sharp tooth. She wound it up now, and threw it with a bow. It rolled along the court, and she hoped it to find port. Would it go in? Would she win? Or would she have to consort? Did the head care for this game? Was the head really tame? Sia did not know, but again, it was just for show. An oddity true, out here in the gloom blue. She curved the head slightly, and rolled it along lightly. Should it find its mark? Out here in the dark? Only time would tell, the ringing of death's bell.
Out here in the haunt, she wondered in gaunt. She needed some help, for her audience could yelp. She must bring them silence, but didn't want violence. The head rolled towards the holl, and she hoped, to win poll.