Seren
A startled - and somewhat suspicious - gasp sounded from the bushes when Maeve took off through the forest. The snapping and rustle grew louder as the pursuer picked up speed, in dogged pursuit. Whatever it was, it had considerable trouble with the roots and ferns, and stumbled about like a drunken bear. Ahead of the Madame, the forest began to thin out. Light trickled golden and reassuring through sparse canopies, and the sound of water promised an opening in the forest. A brook, perhaps; either way, it might be easier to maneuver there.
The haunting trill resounded through the woods again, with a slightly different tone this time. Sharper, like a warning.
"Wait!" a young voice called from behind; breathless and hurried, full of mirth turned to worry. "Don't go out there!"
The haunting trill resounded through the woods again, with a slightly different tone this time. Sharper, like a warning.
"Wait!" a young voice called from behind; breathless and hurried, full of mirth turned to worry. "Don't go out there!"
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
