Anxiety is not an emotion Corr is familiar with. It seeps through her body and chills her bones. It feels like she got caught in the rain and is soaking wet, but there is no sun to dry her off. She's just stuck there with the weight of it and shivering. She feels alone without the familiar chatter of the crow or her presence on her shoulder. It feels wrong, wrong, wrong.
Having this man with her is a blessing, but it's hard not to still feel alone. She doesn't know him well and, while his tone is kind and he has a warm aura, it's not enough to shake the anxious thoughts. Her usual optimism has been consumed by a dark cloud and it's hard for anything to give her hope.
The crow witch watches the way the man presses up against one of the tree trunks and seems to listen intently. He did say the forest is his friend, so perhaps it speaks to him in a way that the spirit realm speaks to her. Her head tilts to the side as she wonders what it's saying. There is a small sliver of hope that the woods have seen her beloved crow.
And then he says "this way" with a sort of determination as he starts down a path through the trees. That small sliver of hope grows a little bigger, but her heart only beats faster with every step. The closer they are to her companion, the closer they could be to something disastrous. Still, whatever it is, Corr would need closure. She just truly hopes it'll all turn out to be nothing. Maybe she sucked in too much of a stranger's anxiety with her magic and it's still lingering all stubborn-like.
They walk and there is the sound of crunching leaves beneath her hooves. Newly fallen snow blankets the ground and over all the dead leaves. The crunching is a reminder of what's still left from before and what's to come. The earth is sleeping, but not for long. She can smell it in the air; spring is almost here.
It's a season that must truly speak to this man if he's already able to conjure flowers and talk to the trees. Corr looks over at him curiously before speaking her thoughts. "How long have you been able to talk to the tree folk?" All she can think is how unique of an ability it is to have. Though, if it is anything like hearing messages from the spirits, she knows it can be a burden at times.
"Thank you, by the way," she adds, speaking softly. "For helping me. I just… I hope we find her."
Hope, hope, hope. The word circles in her head as she thinks of it over and over.
@Ipomoea <3
