Raelyn
With the rope tossed into the hole (prompting a quiet oof from below), Rae stuck her head back out over the old well, looking down at the person trapped there. She watched as the stranger braced their feet on the side of the well and began to climb, the rope taut and strained, until they popped their head above the edge and requested assistance. Then Rae gripped the rope and pulled (her dogs joining in, for good measure, though to them it was more of a game than anything). "You idiots, get off," she growled, but in the end, she succeeded in pulling the stranger out of the hole.
And just as she was about to introduce herself, a horrific scream broke the silence of the wood. Sudden fear spiked down Raelyn's spine as she slowly turned to face the source of the noise: a woman in a wedding dress. A fucking banshee. "We should go," Rae said, backing away from the creature, her dogs suddenly whimpering and cowering behind their mistress. "Like, now."
And just as she was about to introduce herself, a horrific scream broke the silence of the wood. Sudden fear spiked down Raelyn's spine as she slowly turned to face the source of the noise: a woman in a wedding dress. A fucking banshee. "We should go," Rae said, backing away from the creature, her dogs suddenly whimpering and cowering behind their mistress. "Like, now."
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