Something strange is happening in the woods. Stranger than the ghost that haunts it. She thought she had heard someone speaking up ahead, but it also seems like there are voices coming from all directions. Corrdelia can't figure out who the voices belong to - or maybe it's just an echo? It's hard to tell, but it's clear that some type of magic is at play here.
"See, this is a trap. We should've never walked in here!" Hāsta telepathically shouts, her tone frantic. "Relax, nothing's happened yet. We-" she begins to reassure her companion again, but stops when she hears a familiar voice. It sounds like it's from a child and she swears she knows them from Terrastella.
Corrdelia turns and sees Charlie with her osprey companion a little further away. Part of her is relieved to see a somewhat familiar face, but then she feels scared for the girl being out here with the unknown. She trots over, accidentally shaking Hāsta off her perch with her bouncy gate. The crow takes to the air again and slowly (reluctantly) follows.
"Charlie dear! What are you doing here?" she calls out, a warm smile on her face despite her bit of worry. The girl always seemed to be the independent type, but dealing with spirits is a different story. There's no telling what can happen and it requires a good deal of experience with the supernatural.
Suddenly, she hears a different voice further into the woods and she turns her head to look for the source. It almost sounds like the original one who had called out "help me!", but at this point, Corr isn't entirely sure. Then comes the fog and it blankets the woods within seconds. The tendrils seem to latch onto every gap until it's all that Corr can see. Thankfully, Hāsta didn't go far and took her perch back onto Corr's withers, but the woman lost sight of Charlie.
"Charlie?" she calls out again, hoping the sound of their voices will help them find each other again. Preferably before whatever in this forest finds them. There is a moaning sound now and the mare can't tell if it's from a voice or something else.
"This place is giving me the creeps. Will you finally listen to me now?" Hāsta grumbles and, for once, the bird hasn't been entirely wrong. They may have walked into a more serious situation than Corr originally thought. Maybe it is a trap, but she has faith if she needs to, she can simply use her wings to fly out.
For now, she wants to stay on the ground to hopefully catch up with Charlie. She takes a few cautious steps forward, hoping she won't run into anything (or anyone) by accident. There had to be some way out of this fog as there usually is. Then again, this is no ordinary place and magic fog didn't have to follow the rules of normal fog.
Wailing sounds carry in the air now and at this point, she just hopes the girl will be safe if she can't find her again.
@Charlotte for the mention <3
(Corr continues forward into the fog)
"Speaking."
"See, this is a trap. We should've never walked in here!" Hāsta telepathically shouts, her tone frantic. "Relax, nothing's happened yet. We-" she begins to reassure her companion again, but stops when she hears a familiar voice. It sounds like it's from a child and she swears she knows them from Terrastella.
Corrdelia turns and sees Charlie with her osprey companion a little further away. Part of her is relieved to see a somewhat familiar face, but then she feels scared for the girl being out here with the unknown. She trots over, accidentally shaking Hāsta off her perch with her bouncy gate. The crow takes to the air again and slowly (reluctantly) follows.
"Charlie dear! What are you doing here?" she calls out, a warm smile on her face despite her bit of worry. The girl always seemed to be the independent type, but dealing with spirits is a different story. There's no telling what can happen and it requires a good deal of experience with the supernatural.
Suddenly, she hears a different voice further into the woods and she turns her head to look for the source. It almost sounds like the original one who had called out "help me!", but at this point, Corr isn't entirely sure. Then comes the fog and it blankets the woods within seconds. The tendrils seem to latch onto every gap until it's all that Corr can see. Thankfully, Hāsta didn't go far and took her perch back onto Corr's withers, but the woman lost sight of Charlie.
"Charlie?" she calls out again, hoping the sound of their voices will help them find each other again. Preferably before whatever in this forest finds them. There is a moaning sound now and the mare can't tell if it's from a voice or something else.
"This place is giving me the creeps. Will you finally listen to me now?" Hāsta grumbles and, for once, the bird hasn't been entirely wrong. They may have walked into a more serious situation than Corr originally thought. Maybe it is a trap, but she has faith if she needs to, she can simply use her wings to fly out.
For now, she wants to stay on the ground to hopefully catch up with Charlie. She takes a few cautious steps forward, hoping she won't run into anything (or anyone) by accident. There had to be some way out of this fog as there usually is. Then again, this is no ordinary place and magic fog didn't have to follow the rules of normal fog.
Wailing sounds carry in the air now and at this point, she just hopes the girl will be safe if she can't find her again.
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(Corr continues forward into the fog)
