Blackfeather Woods phantom of borrowed life

The poor plushed fae was even more confused when the other seemed smug. She did not know she entered some sort of game, and oblivious as she was, she felt uncomfortable by the presence of the white young one, and by the wisps. Her baby blues glanced behind, and glanced at Averna as she stayed in silence despite an earlier inquiery.

"U-Uhm," Shisu was a coward, "I think... We should, go back?" The unease had set in long before, but only now did she speak up upon leaving, and maybe going back. Hopefully, with her too.