Gish shivered as she watched the writing, slithery mass. What gripped her as she kept her attention focused on it wasn't a fear that one learned, like touching a hot stove or being chased by an angry dog. It was something instinctual. Something [b]Deep[/b]. She feared it the way a rabbit feared any sudden movement.

She looked over her shoulder, breaking every instinct to keep eyes on the creature, to search for some way out. She caught the sparking reflection of the lake. That was comforting. No matter what nothing had ever been able to catch her once she made it into the water. The pool wasn't filling up so there had to be a way out that way if things got dangerous, some underwater cave or passage to another chamber. Even if things didn't go badly up here, just being near the water would make her feel better. She was about to go before she remembered Rose's words and looked up at Luciel on Victors shoulders. That wasn't exactly alone, but she wasn't sure being in the grip was a much better prospect for him. Besides, this was a good chance to get him alone and relay Rose's warning. She hadn't felt comfortable doing it so near Victor.

Being unable to reach him all the way up there, and not wanting to alert anyone to the fears so evident on her face, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her flute. She threw it, it impacting Luciel's back with a soft thump before falling into the soft grass. Once she was sure she had his attention she jerked her head toward the lake, pointed at herself, pointed at him, pointed urgently at the lake, made a beckoning motion with her hand, and started making her way to way to the edge of the lake as casually as possible. It wasn't very convincing. After scooping up her flute she seemed to skip every other step, glancing back frequently to make sure that Luciel was following and that the thing was absolutely not.

Her pace didn't slow the entire time she was moving. It fact, she got faster the further she was from the thing. It was probably for this reason she didn't see the boy laying flat on the grass, head in the water. Her heel collided with him and she tumbled backwards with a quiet yelp.