Wisterhya's expression was nearly unrecognizable. Like a doll's face erased and repainted by a different hand. Her cheeks puffed out and her eyes were round and undefined. She appeared far from the pouncing farm cat and more like a dumb kitten barely able to keep its head up, recently born and ignorant to the world. She opened her mouth and her gaze traveled distantly into the room. The initial crack of her voice was like boots on a thin layer of ice, and the rest of her sentence was without a doubt one of painful acknowledgement, "My sister is betrothed."
Her pause was short, "To Hemming Willowtoe."
A muscle in her forehead twitched and for a duration equal to a lightningstrike, she appeared her usual self. "She was so fond!" She exclaimed, "When mother told us all over supper! Apparently, it's been a lengthy affair. At every banquet for nearly twenty years, they have been courting! It is a dream come true and that Willowtoe is soon coming to visit with his parents and uncle and sisters and brothers - "
She was forced to pause after exhausting all the air within her lungs to which she swallowed a great breath and the redness of her cheeks set ablaze.
"Valerhya Willowtoe - not even in my queerest of wine-muddled dreams."
