All thoughts of providence and god vanishes as Gish felt Rose's attention on her again. As the witch tiptoed forward Gish stiffened visibly, like a mouse caught in the eye of a predator. She didn't move as the woman bent down and whispered in her ear, only slowly nodding at her as she gave her advice. Then she led the group off down the nearest passage.
Gish entertained the idea of just ditching them, fading into the background like she was used to and slipping off in the dark, through another passage. But then there was Luciel stuck between the witch and Sir Guttman. Not that she doubted Sir Guttman, of course! It was just a little strange that the knight hadn't seen the witch for what she was. Or had seen her and decided not to do anything about it? And also, why had the man come to her and Luciel, who were small and alone and pattering around in the dark, when he should have gone to the fire like everyone else had? even the witch had come up to the fire. It was just strange, was all.
Again she tried to shake doubt from her mind and failed horribly. Whatever secret the knight had, which she was sure the witch knew because witches were very powerful, was enough to wedge doubt in its place. So she followed behind, trying to decide what to do about this situation and hoping for providence to provide a proper path.
As they walked the witch talked, and as the witch talked she started to feel better. She enjoyed the sound of people taking. She did it herself when she was alone and when she was caught skulking it bought her a few seconds while the listener with the nasty looking stick realized exactly what was talking. Words, proper words, made something more of a person. It was only a little later that the passage began to narrow, forcing the large members of the group to duck down and allow her to overtake them. Then she heard the waterfall, and smelled the nostalgic smell of decay. All this combined she was convinced they were on the proper path and in her excitement picked up the pace.
She burst out of the cave and onto the platform overlooking the queer, breathtaking scene. "Wow! Oh wow! A waterfall." She said excitedly, quite literally bouncing. "I've never seen a waterfall before." She took a big whiff of the air. "Smell like home, sort of. Maybe. Look at the house! I always wanted a house like that. It's like something out of a fairy tale." She began to bounce off down the path, then stopped when she noticed the scarecrows. She slowed, calming herself down. It was never this easy in a fairy tale, and she backed back up the path toward the rest of the group. "What do you suppose those are?" she asked she had her suspicions. "There's always some sort of dragon, isn't there?"
Gish entertained the idea of just ditching them, fading into the background like she was used to and slipping off in the dark, through another passage. But then there was Luciel stuck between the witch and Sir Guttman. Not that she doubted Sir Guttman, of course! It was just a little strange that the knight hadn't seen the witch for what she was. Or had seen her and decided not to do anything about it? And also, why had the man come to her and Luciel, who were small and alone and pattering around in the dark, when he should have gone to the fire like everyone else had? even the witch had come up to the fire. It was just strange, was all.
Again she tried to shake doubt from her mind and failed horribly. Whatever secret the knight had, which she was sure the witch knew because witches were very powerful, was enough to wedge doubt in its place. So she followed behind, trying to decide what to do about this situation and hoping for providence to provide a proper path.
As they walked the witch talked, and as the witch talked she started to feel better. She enjoyed the sound of people taking. She did it herself when she was alone and when she was caught skulking it bought her a few seconds while the listener with the nasty looking stick realized exactly what was talking. Words, proper words, made something more of a person. It was only a little later that the passage began to narrow, forcing the large members of the group to duck down and allow her to overtake them. Then she heard the waterfall, and smelled the nostalgic smell of decay. All this combined she was convinced they were on the proper path and in her excitement picked up the pace.
She burst out of the cave and onto the platform overlooking the queer, breathtaking scene. "Wow! Oh wow! A waterfall." She said excitedly, quite literally bouncing. "I've never seen a waterfall before." She took a big whiff of the air. "Smell like home, sort of. Maybe. Look at the house! I always wanted a house like that. It's like something out of a fairy tale." She began to bounce off down the path, then stopped when she noticed the scarecrows. She slowed, calming herself down. It was never this easy in a fairy tale, and she backed back up the path toward the rest of the group. "What do you suppose those are?" she asked she had her suspicions. "There's always some sort of dragon, isn't there?"