[EVENT] Rapture in the pathless wood

[Charlotte]

rebels and mutineers
go forth and have no fear

Filly and bonded are following the voice through the woods when things start to get weird. Charlie is, for her age, quite good with directions. She has been a wanderer and an adventurer all her life, and finding her way around and back home has never been a problem. But in this forest, in these trees, she feels like she’s going in circles.

“Haven’t we seen all of this before?” Indy asks from her perch on the girl’s withers, golden eyes looking about them as she walks. “It sure seems like it, but I’ve been walking straight the whole time, I know it,” Charlie responds, “Something weird is going on.” It reminds her of their time on the island, but somehow even stranger.

Then, someone is calling again. But this time, it’s not a haunting, disembodied voice.

Charlie turns toward the sound of her name, seeing a somewhat familiar face from home in Terrastella. While she’s never spent time with the woman from the swamps, the girl has seen her around the court often enough. To tell the truth, the other pegasus is one of the stranger equines Charlie has ever known. Or, sort of known.

“I’m here to find the ghost,” she says, as if it’s quite obvious. Why else would she be here? “Isn’t that why you’re here?” It makes her wonder how many others are searching these woods for the mysterious spirit. Have they all heard the stories, too? It will make her likelihood of finding it first a lot harder, that’s for sure.

All that means is that she needs to get going, if she’s going to have any hope.

But when the fog starts to roll in, it comes on quickly, like a summer storm. It blankets everything, thickly and opaquely. Charlie can’t see Corrdelia, can’t see her hooves on the ground, can barely see Indy upon her shoulders when she turns her head. “Indy stay on my back, okay? I don’t want to lose you in this stuff,” she says. The Osprey settles down between her bondmate’s wings, her weight reassuring the filly of her presence.

“Lose me? I don’t want to lose you; I’m not going anywhere.” Charlie can’t help the smile that turns up the corner of her lips. Typical Indy. She’s about to begin walking when the wailing begins. It’s an otherworldly keen, that climbs below her skin and buries itself inside her bones. It’s like nothing she’s ever heard before.

It sound like what she imagines death must be like, or demons.

The chill of the mist crawls along her sides but Charlie is not afraid. She stands call and strong against the fog and the creepy voices inside it. “I’m not scared of you, whoever you are, or whatever you are.” I won’t be chased out of here, she thinks, if that is what the forest wants.

"Speaking."

@Corrdelia even though here we part haha. Charlie chooses to stay!

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