This, dear co-author, is usually called a âdeadlockâ. Two girls, one in front of the other, both genuinely flabbergasted, both left without words in mind nor mouth; neither, apparently, set on breaking said stalemate. And it lasted for a fair bit, Iâd wager? I wonât tread on your toes and make it too long, but I would go for at least some instants of absolute and embarrassing silence.
The devilâs mind ran in circles for unending seconds. The girl was, undeniably, Etihw. But she had no horns, bearing instead those silly crystal things Kcalb kept on his head; and she wore a grey dress, under a long swirling robe. Of course, wherever the god would have had black, her double showed white, which pointed at her being still anchored to that non-colour; but it wasnât enough, not nearly enough!
She burst into laughter. It was such a ridiculous situation! The only thing she could think about was running with it. She dropped on the ground, back to one tree and hands behind her head, laughter melting into a large grin.
"So. If I am Etihw, and I am the devil of the Gray Garden, what does that make of you, double of mine?"
The sudden laughter from her misshaped clone startled her, distracting her from overthinking on this any further. And yet, the strange Etihwâs laughter relax her guard, and she couldnât help but smile.
Ah, so that what she was. A devil. This Etihw was still her, but a flipped copy. If that make sense. She must have been able to somehow bring herself to this world. A world similar to hers, and yet, practically mirrored in nature, what are the chances of that? She would have never thought it possible.
âIâm Etihw, God of the Gray Garden.â She answered. If this Etihw is just like her, but a Devil, then it makes sense that she will cause no harm to this world. There was no further need for concern. Â âWelcome to the Gray Garden, Etihw.â Etihw stated, with such humor in her voice. She couldnât contain her own amusement. Even if it felt odd that she was greeting another with her name. Or rather, their name now.
"How may I help you, Etihw?" She asked mischievously. This was far too much fun now.
Good god. God Etihw. The thought was almost too much - comical, really. She wasn't exactly sainthood material, let alone bearing the heavy load of divinity. But really, that was how it was; it explained all the lighter colours (and how Blackblanc Castle had looked mispelled). Fun, fun, fun. Did it mean that there was another Kcalb around? A Kcalb being the devil?
That was too much. She burst into laughter yet again, trying to picture him being all serious, evil and smirking as he destroye d  th e  w o rl d
...ok. Calm down, girl. Deep breaths. That was long ago. You are an overly cheerful hopping lass, now. A reformed character. Don't need to get back down to the past.
She got back to smiling at her double and opposite.
"I don't know, Etihw. I would presume I have already everything you have. The girls. A room in the castle. Kcalb's cake. All of that. What else?"












