She felt caught in the middle of a bad joke, as if a camera was zooming on her face everytime she cringed with fear and that at any second someone would jump out throwing little paper bits at her face and say, 'pranked!'.
She also felt like a puppet, flailing and shivering at the command of the cruel pupper master that hid siomewhere in those woods, simply toying with her emotions as the poor captive feared for her life. The voice began to rumble again, speaking foul things of Ragnar. That placed him out of the game right? Why would he diss himself to pester a simple prisoner? She wondered if perhaps the mysterious entity was a jealous member of the Bay that had no trouble venting his emotions at the forest.
His words lingered in the air for a second, and were then carried away by the wind. She whipped her head to look behind her, as she felt the cold fingers of the breeze caress the nape of her neck, the boy contibued to be hidden from her eyes and she was beginning to get more and more anxious about the situation. "So what do you want with me if this forest isn't yours anymore?" she barked, while trying hard not to let her voice break half-way through the sentence. Go bother him instead of me, she thought quietly as she felt the haris on her tail puff out.
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