MARIA’S ISLAND. MASSACHUSETTES. A place she had once frequented every summer since she was a child. A place of nostalgia in its own right, where the sun was never too prominent and Mother Nature was in her prime, filled with the essence of magic which fueled her soul. Even at a young age, she found the place alluring – drawn to it even – as if haunted by its captivating spell. It’s what kept her wanting to return year after year, though their visitations stopped after a while, around the time in which she became an Addams. It would be sometime in the early hours of the evening, in the fall, when Morticia would find herself returning to the very place of her childhood memories, accompanied by her own children to learn all that has changed or stayed in place all of these years away.
Sally Owens – as she would come to learn – still remains present, much to her delight. Though it is with some difficulty and strange looks of questionable skepticism that she would be made aware of the woman’s shop. Still the frightful creature among a sea of bewildered townsfolk who would perhaps forever prefer to keep their distance. Impressive. She chooses of course, to take her visit alone as both Wednesday and Pugsley remained under Griselda’s supervision. A pale figure adorned in a black silhouette from head to toe wandering through the streets like a shadow separated from its host.
The sound of a small bell announes her presence as she walks through the front doors of the little shop; its blinding white interior contrasting with the darkness of her visage. ❝ I must admit, this place is far more… welcoming, than I had originally anticipated. Not a cobweb in sight, I’m a little disappointed. ❞ There’s humor behind her tone, initiating a sense of tease behind her words as lips slowly curl once eyes settle upon the woman she’s come to see. Though in truth, the place was far brighter than expected. A moss covered building surrounded by dying trees aligned with an abundance of melting candles would have been more appropriately suited for her tastes but then again, that was where she and Sally differed in preference.
