leila

A giggle reverberated upon her lips at the very sight of the back of the moving truck. It was now so delightfully empty that the slightly off pitch melody of her laughter seemed to rebound within what was effectively a metal tin can - albeit a very large one at that. Her steps were light and airy as she skipped into the moving truck to fetch the very last box in the very far corner of that all too dim light. The sun was setting and soon Morgan would be awake to see her new home and all the unpacking that they had already done. Though Leila had quite liked the last place...this house was...nicer. It had potential and potential was utterly delightful. Leila had only just plucked up the box of clothes in her arms, with Morgan's name scrawled upon the side, when the sound of movement at the end of the truck caused the fae to pause. There was a silhouette at the end, peering into the darkness towards her - a silhouette she didn't recognize. How wonderful! She had found dinner for Quinn and Morgan already. They would be extraordinarily pleased! It required distinctly little effort to call those beloved throwing knives into existence - the first of which hovered just to the left of her head as it materialized into the twilight. The dim light glinted upon it's sharp edges as she stepped forward. The sound of leila's ankle boots upon the metal ground caused the figure at the end of the box to brighten.

"Oh! Hidey ho there, neighbor!".

It spoke.

It..said...what?

A scowl crossed her features before another figure joined the first. Oh, of course there were two of them. Not that two was necessarily a problem but they were neighbors. N-e-i-g-h-b-o-r-s. Why were there always neighbors?! Did they make it their life's work to speak to her? It was late! Shouldn't they be busy in their houses doing whatever dreadfully normal people did? Like...stare at their little picture box? Quinn would be...upset if they had to move again after they'd just moved in. At least these neighbors didn't have another yippy ugly...mongrel in their arms. A defeated sigh left Leila's lips, her knives flickering out of existence in the process before, abruptly, a bright welcoming beam fluttered across her features. "Good evening!" She voiced as she stepped out of the darkness and into the halo of the light cast from the newly turned on street lamp at the bottom of the moving truck.

It was exactly twenty three minutes and fifty four seconds later that Leila finally managed to excuse herself from her new neighborly welcome wagon with the excuse that she was certain she'd left the tea kettle on and it was sure to burst into flames unless attended to...immediately. That all too cheery smile disappeared from her features the very moment she stepped away from the passive aggressively completely uncharming couple - the girl trekking up the walkway to the front of her new townhome. She opened the door, closing it with a thud that was equally as passive aggressive as the encounter she'd just had, only to walk the small distance between the front hallway and the living room before dropping the box on the floor with a touch too much force. "She complained about our grass, Quinn. We've been here not even a full day and the leader of the homeowners association ACCOSTED me about our grass! I swear to God I will dig a hole in the yard and stick her in it and then we'll see how GREEN OUR FUCKING YARD IS." Her fingers had curled ever so slightly as if Leila was already imagining strangling the very woman and her coward...jellyfish...of a husband.

It was movement from the corner of her gaze that drew her attention and, quite abruptly, that anger diffused as if it had never been there at all. Her fingers clasped quickly together in delight as she regarded her daughter. "Oh, good morning Morgan dear! Do you like your new room?" She inquired before her attention turned back to the box at her feet. "I think these are the last of your things, though half of the movers didn't pay attention to what was written on the boxes so your stuff may be...well who knows where." She gestured broadly around the house, all the while shooting her husband a rather pointed stare.