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Fingers deftly sewed through the varying colors of fabric, melding two completely different patterns into one piece. No matter how oddly matched they appeared, the final product always looked good to Sally. There was a whimsical positive in the oddity of her creations; no one looked alike, and no one else in Auradon would dare sell them. Which, she thought was a true shame, but it had been the reason which spurred her to open up a shop all of her own in the first place. A soft ‘mhm’ sounded from her as she continued to work, glancing up every few seconds to catch Salem’s gaze. “Oh, I’m sure you can find new ways to give people a good spook. This is a chance for you to get even more creative. Use all that gelatinous mass our heads are filled with,” A wry smile curled onto her lips, and she paused, leaning forward on her elbows to peer at Salem directly. “Tell you what. Tell me what you’ve tried already, and maybe we can brainstorm something new. What do you say?”

As much as he adored his mother, it was hard to be around her these days. Every cell of his physical being wanted to tell her the truth, confess everything and relieve himself of the burden of all his secrets. It was odd how much becoming human had changed him. He had been human once, long ago, but he hardly remembers that life and he knows the afterlife has been much kinder to him anyways. “Do you think I can become as good as dad someday?” He asked suddenly, already knowing what his mother would say but he wanted to hear it anyways. How anyone survived without a mother like his, he would consider that the ultimate mystery. “Really?” His whole face lit up as he began to explain to her some of the usual tricks he used. “Jumping out at people just doesn’t have the same effect anymore now that my face is all --- normal. And I can’t turn invisible anymore !”

Salem had a lot of guilt building up in every single pore of his body. He had yet to tell his parent’s of his new ability as a human and not to mention the addictive habits he was hiding. Thankfully, his mother always warned him before coming to visit so he had been able to take the bare minimum of his daily dose of drugs to keep himself sane but at least of a somewhat sound mind. It was a good thing odd behavior was the usual for him, drugs or no drugs. “Fascinating?” He repeated in a questioning tone, as he continued to search through the clothing patches. Salem loved simply sitting with his mother as she worked, playing with the fabrics as he listened to her speak. “I liked being a ghost. Easier to scare people that way,” he mumbled like a petulant child.

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Though knowing full well that her children were fully grown adults, she was also aware that they shared their father’s affinity for mischief making. While Sally herself found the trait to be endearing, she realized that other’s in Auradon might not exactly take well to some of their… antics, not in the way their parents could. Some people just didn’t understand what they viewed as ‘too different’, or downright 'weird’. So, she wanted to make sure she checked in on them every now and again. Not pestering, but simply as a mother who wanted her children to know that she would always be there for them. Pale fingers sifted through a basket filled to the brim with various clothing patches, colorful fabric also strewn about the floor around her sewing station. “You know, I almost miss stitching myself together after a nasty spill,” she mused lightly, gaze traveling to Salem with a small smile. “Then again, it’s still so fascinating, being this way. Don’t you think?”