Looking at the strange creature, Krista reached out hesitantly, smiling softly. She didn’t touch it, but rather just tentatively hovered her fingers around it. She could feel heat coming from the small creature, whatever it was and had enough sense to realise it may burn her if she touched it. The sudden move caught her off guard as the lizard fled and she was about to rise to follow it when she saw Maggie shaking her head she sank back into the grass. It was strange to think s, but whenever she looked into the horse’s eyes she always saw so much understanding, she was sure the horse merely lacked the ability to speak, otherwise she would do so.

When she came over and sniffed at her Krista giggled softly as she reached up and rubbed the mare’s neck affectionately, looking over to the man as he stirred in his sleep. Smiling softly to herself Krista rose and moved away from him, making sure she didn’t rouse him from his sleep further. He, like most of her companions were quite unique, a kind of entity Krista had never imagined could exist. A man who could produce birds from his will, had the ability to create beautiful things, and was able to do amazing things. He didn’t, and sometimes she wondered why. She had heard Garrum often jab at him that ‘he had no magic left’ but it didn’t appear that way to her.

Garrum. Now that was someone she wasn’t sure what to think of. He was scary. He was clearly someone who had power, and he didn’t hesitate to use it, unlike Barral. Sometimes Krista wondered if maybe he should have a little more restraint over himself. But why should he? Why should he be denied of the things he can do? He was so strange though… sometimes it felt like he just wanted to eat her, other times to steal her away from Martin for whatever reason. Yet he was always so nice to her, he seemed to just want her favour over the knight for some reason. Whether he cared or not for the destruction of this world she wasn’t sure.

But Krista knew she could never betray Martin. He had saved her, she owed him everything. She would never be able to abandon him when he needed her. The knight never said it, he always saw her as something to be protected, but he needed her. And maybe not just to fulfil this prophecy. Gods knew she didn’t want this. The path she was on was not something she wanted. The only difference between here and her old world was that this one depended on her. How could she abandon him knowing that? Despite how tempting Garrum’s offer was? Hell how tempting Garrum himself was.

There was just something about him. He was the embodiment of temptation. Garrum was Temptation, Martin was reality and Barral… was wonder. He was everything her fantasies could imagine. And Krista… what was she? Perhaps it was different for everyone. For Martin she supposed he saw her as hope… or hopeless, either way. Something that was supposed to save his world but didn’t want to. For Garrum, her temptation, perhaps she was temptation for him. Maybe that predatory look in his eyes was a result of seeing her as a temptation.