There are shinies on the table.
It sees the bright wrappers, specks of colour on the varnished wooden surface. Does it dare?
The turquoise lady is out. It saw her leave, and she took the furry thing with her. The other one, the sky-creature...it's not sure about the sky-creature, but it doesn't seem to come into the house during the day.
The spirit flickers across the floor, from the pot plants to the table leg. Nothing happens.
It grows bold, sliding up the leg of the table with the graceful upwards ease of a snake. Now on top of the table, and a quick look around reveals that the room is empty.
It moves towards the shinies. They are strangely shaped - like eggs, it thinks - and quite large. Closer inspection reveals that they are not physically shiny, but wrapped in shiny paper. It touches one with a tendril of light, curious.
Then.
"Um..."
It turns, shaking, and is face to face with the turquoise lady.
"...I presume you like my easter eggs, then?"
